Rue Pigalle

The Age Of Reason, p.24
There was still a little wine in the glass, which looked like dusty blood. The jazz-band began to play: The Moon is Turning Green and Boris found himself wondering if he could sing that song. He fancied himself strolling down the Rue Pigalle in the moonlight, whistling a little tune.


The Reprieve, p.235
He held his suitcase in his left hand. in his right he was clutching the two franc piece. The cab stopped in front of him.
'Where to?'
'Rue Pigalle,' said Philippe.