Place Blanche is one of my favourite places in Paris. Perhaps because I stayed most of my three-plus weeks there (in the building almost to the far right in the photo); perhaps because it always seemed to be so active. Any time of day or night, there were tourists taking photographs of le Moulin Rouge. Tour buses would stop, passengers would get out, take their pictures, get back on the bus... to be whisked off to the next stop along the way.
I liked, too, that Montmartre was just up the hill.
