The more things change, the more they stay the same. Called Pig Alley by puritanical American G.I.s after the liberation of Paris, they were aghast at how one could allow maisons closes to be so blatantly visible. Pigalle is where Paris spreads its legs—in more ways than one. Actually, just in one way, to varying degrees, depending on how much you’re willing to pay. On the high end, there’s the Moulin Rouge, one of Paris’ most-photographed buildings, the birthplace of the French can-can, and the worst place in Paris to propose to your significant other. On the low end, well, just take a look around. You have your choice between the Sexodrome, Pussy’s, La Diva…good luck and Godspeed!
