Moulin Rouge needs no introduction. Especially, if you’ve seen the award winning movie of the same name, starring Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor. I’ve seen it three times because I used it in my class back then. The movie fascinated me, partly because my favourite colour is red. LOL Ok, well, because I’m an Ewan fan, that’s why.
So, one early morning (2AM) in Paris, after dropping off a friend of mine at her hotel, I walked for 3 kilometres. The subways were already closed and I had no choice but walk. Armed with a google map on my phone, I braved to walk, instead of taking a bus for two transfers before reaching my destination. Fortunately, google maps felt that I was nervous walking alone in such ungodly hours in a big city. The app led and showed me to well-lit streets, where the bars and cafes were still littered with people. Some of them were hanging out outside, enjoying a fag and a joint. Then, I realized that I was in a bar district where the famed Moulin Rouge still stands.
I intended to visit Moulin Rouge at night, but I unintentionally found it in an hour I didn’t expect. No, I had no plan to watch the cabaret shows because I can’t afford it. It was already enough for me to stand outside and gaze at the big, red windmill on the roof that’s still spinning.