
I live three blocks from Rue St Denis. The photo left. Built in the eighth century the street was one of the most important thoroughfares in Paris for centuries and at one time it even had free fountains that served milk and wine. When kings died their bodies were often transported on the road to their final resting places at Saint-Denis. Today the glory has gone. The street starts off lined with sex shops and blowzy middle aged prostitutes, then turns into the garment district and is finally lined with ethnic stores, restaurants and groceries.
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