Lill needed to get a souvenir for Tony and we couldn’t find one anywhere (maybe they had a trademark on the image?) so I asked one of the beefy guards, the one who had been turning away crowds of people begging for tickets, if there might perhaps be a shop available where we could buy something.
‘How many of you are there.’ ‘Just we two small, quiet, respectful yet eager women who would be soo happy to buy a souvenir from the Moulin Rouge.’ ‘It is forbidden to go in, but OK, follow me.’ Lill was soo happy!