Montmartre Memories

I confess that these are false memories as I’ve never been to the Paris’ and it’s arrondissements, and these days, I avoid air travel what with climate change. Yet the name evokes places and times which filled my imagination with wonder at the tales of Mme. Cabot would tell our high school French class on her good days. All this has come back to me because I’m in the Paris section of my online cours de français, where I vacillate between obsidian and pearl levels depending on my work frequency. And though you couldn’t accuse me of Hypermnesia, the art, literature and songs of Montmartre, pendant La Belle Époque have seeped into my temporal lobe and brightened my grey matter. But with the war in the Ukraine, it also reminds me that in 1940, the Montmartre fuel depot bombing inspired the people of Paris in their resistance to the Nazi occupation.