Referring to my post last Friday, about the “Goutte d’Or”, there are some very special little areas, which may be more attractive (and expensive) for living than others. One of those would be the “Villa Poissonière”. It’s behind closed gates and on the plate you can read that you are not allowed to “… walk your dogs, feed the cats, to urinate”, but at least with a bit of luck you can manage to get in.
This is where I found the first roses of the year!
Maybe especially for the French readers; this is where Alain Bashung lived.
(I'm absent... so this one is pre-programmed.)