I was loaded but the elevator was blocked

Pigalle is not visit. There is nothing to see. It is one neighborhood like any other. A few bars more facades, monuments and less and the reputation of Thunder. It shows not Pigalle to tourists. We want to show them the soul of Pigalle. And the soul is invisible. It has a smell. We begin to collect after fifteen days of blades, nights and couchants. "Fichtre! Thus spoke René Fallet in his novel, "Pigalle", published in 1949. That what is left of it today Would we add fifteen days Aurora, twilight and night that it would be unclear to collect the soul of Pigalle.

Tourists are still there, less perhaps. Neon still illuminate the area, but "mid-life" disappeared and girls have deserted the Ribbon. It is barely if at the top of the rue des Martyrs, perched on needles size 45 stubs, tapinent a few large ripolinées asparagus. But nostalgia works in full. It is perhaps true Pigalle trade Fund today. So, if we look more closely, between two sexshops and three American bars, is still some traces of the Pigalle to before, when the name meant both the pleasure, the flats and crime. Eros and Thanatos hand in hand.

But the fact, Pigalle, that is where exactly For Patrice Bollon, author of "Pigalle - Paris Black novel", "Pigalle is synonymous with the 9th arrondissement, or the 18th century, nor, a fortiori, with the meeting of the two.". It borrows to one and the other, much more in the first and the second and incorporates large swathes of the 17th". Must our field bounded, locate the mythical time. We consider the golden age, between 1930 and 1960, when, according to this same author, "the worlds of the night and of mid-life here held their foundations, that are converged noble revellers, single bourgeois, true and false artists as well as the thugs, the leading figures of the chic, Music-Hall, the traffickers and seconds knives, the aristocracy of the robbers and the bottom of the basket of the julots-case-crust".", the thieves, burglars, splitters, fourgues, Crooks, smugglers, scammers, vendors under the mantle of porn pictures, touts, tricards, indicators, and other killers and murderers, real women, the false men, the female, aux folles, the stunt and creatures of all equivocal."

Corsican and continental

Thirty years, it is unlikely, but it's still a beautiful photo album. During the 1930s, Pigalle Pigalle is preferred theatre to the regulations of accounts between the "continental" hoodlums and the Corsican newcomers. In 1932 that occurs the most prolific shooting for the scrap: 50 bullet casings were found between the 16, rue Fontaine (Paris hoodlums) and 23 (rogue Corsicans). The Corsicans between them are not gifts nor: the interminable vendetta between the gang of Jean-Paul Stéfani to Angel Foata lasted three years, from 1934 to 1937.

During the second world war, the "business" persist, and in bars and nightclubs, Underworld linked to trafficking in the Occupation continues to celebrate, crossing, without embarrassment, the green uniforms of the German officers. The Abbey of Thélème, Pigalle place, is the chic Lair of French officers of the Gestapo. After becoming a cabaret of nudes, this high place of small and large graft has disappeared (it is now the branch of a chain of mussels and chips), but you can ask on the terrace café Omnibus, just in the face, one of the remnants of this period, and distracted in the past to the fountain of place, recently restored.

Apart from the disappearance of the Germans, the release provides little upheaval. The blue hour, rue Pigalle, extinct, that Pierre Loutrel (alias Pierrot le Fou) found after the war his friend Jo Attia and prepares the first attacks motorized robbery (the famous gang before push-ups). The thugs of all origins are creative, and often rancorous. Accounts regulations abound that, later, to swallow a facade, it would sometimes extraction of lead. In 1946, this is the place Pigalle, near Narcisse (a striptease box) that the raisiné sank for the famous Antoine La Rocca, said the Scoumoune.

All populations

Neighbourhood mix all populations: flowers in the pavement ("walkers" or "candles"), "échassières" (perched on bar stools), Wattles (or, if one prefers, "barbel", "herring", "greenbacks", "mackerel", "julots"...), boxers, wrestlers, swindlers, Johns, workers, artisans, small shopkeepers..., there is room for everyone, including people from the high. Some bars are "of pure places of parade of the underworld", according to Patrice Bollon. Most have disappeared. This is the case of le Gavroche, rue Joseph de Maistre, the HQ of Jo Attia, the "King of the nonsuit. "It seemed that people landed whole cars!" remembers an artist happened in the

1960s the microscopic large OJ cabaret scene.

Still a few rare "signs", as the small Noailles: rue Fontaine, now an American bar. Still, he also biennommé heads or tails, rue Victor, Macé, HQ of the hero of the film of Melville, "Bob le Flambeur" (read here). Also remains the Sanssouci, at the corner of Pigalle and Douai, whose Manager was the famous Mr Bill. Born George Rapin in the 16th arrondissement, it was a good family son fascinated by the environment. It was invented and hold-ups but held his money from his grandmother, who, moreover, offered him the bar. In other words, for the community, it was a genuine "cave". For having killed his mistress and an attendant, he will be arrested, tried, and then finally lose the head in 1960.

"Pigalle is a place of recruitment and training, the place also where it communicates with its mythology for mid-life: its small Conservatory, in some way", explains Patrice Bollon. There will be another son of family, Jacques Mesrine, to make the hand and a reputation in the early 1960.

Arthur and Eve

The criminal history of Pigalle is linked to its sites at night. Artistic side, some places of the era are still there. As the transformist cabaret Madame Arthur at the top of the street of the Martyrs, the new Eve, rue Fontaine, where customers "renting" the taxi-girls for a few dances and where one could admire stripped journals. Always present also the follies-Pigalle, famous for its "after" and its tea-dances "beur white black", which was then a cabaret Music Hall.

Capital of hoodlums in the 1950s and 1960s, Pigalle is, of course, "The" neighborhood of sex. At this time flower small go-go boxes where, after a number of trimming, girls came in room drinking a blow with the clients and their proposed, possibly, spend some time together in nearby hotels.

Concentration of hoodlums per square metre has significantly declined since the 1960s. According to Patrice Bollon, Pigalle becomes more a neighbourhood where the hoodlums invest harm made gains elsewhere than the place where the packages are actually made. Accounts regulations, however, have not ceased at once. "I had finished my evening at le Gavroche and I got in my small piaule on the Saint-Pierre market, remembers the artist hired by Jo Attia time late 1960s." I was loaded but the elevator was blocked. I therefore rises on foot. Come to the fourth, I see the door of the elevator entr' opened, with one leg, lying on the ground, leaving: it was Jo Attia with a bullet in the buffet. It was in point but well aware. He refused to go to the hospital and made me call a familiar discrete interventions very well paid doctor!

The alley of widows

Today, it takes a lot of imagination to see this famous "soul", between the sexshops, cabarets of striptease, American bars, chains of fast food, foul-smelling Greek sandwich stalls or Turks and "Egyptian" tea salons What is happening behind the tinted Windows American bars count by tens in the North of the 9th arrondissement "There is everything, says a police officer. Real prostitutes, the bouchonneuses and the michetonneuses. "The bouchonneuses are paid to the"plug"essentially the champagne bottles which the price already, drunkenness. With respect to the michetonneuses, are irregular prostitutes. It happens that, sometimes, contrary to the habits, the iron curtain of one of these bars to coaches is decreased enough early in the night. It is said that this can happen in the presence of a generous donor who planned to continue without have want to discuss the value of the business...

The hoodlums missing, profit and the debauchery are watered down. "Really, there is a loss of vitality, regrets Claude Dubois, d. mid-life.". Even at the level of the pimps. The mac that living bread of buttock, I think that it no longer exists in Pigalle. Attention: it does not prevent that, when there is of the pognon take y' has always guys who come to eat!

Nothing such as a beautiful walk along the median of the boulevard de Clichy (called once "driveway of widows" or "boulevard of the elongated"...), interspersed with pauses playback in the company of the most famous authors in Pigalle (Francis Carco, Auguste Le Breton, André Héléna, Georges Simenon,...) to yield, in turn, the nostalgia. The actor André Pousse, died a year ago, was a good connoisseur of mid-life and Pigalle. On its site, it can still read this wry comment: "today, the sponsors, who run in the PMU of the 16th or the fields, leave their orphaned yorkshires." Money file to heirs in school of management and which have risk especially not to Pigalle: too many Romanian pickpocket. "Too has-been". Remain the neon lights, some legendary places and we myth.