A trip to Paris came with the hope of not being robbed of all hopes to experience the romantic stereotypes that are attached to the city. Before i went, i was warned about its allegedly dirty streets, unfriendly inhabitants and other horror stories. Despite my waiting for Paris to expose  itself as the overestimated mess that has long lived past the glory of the grande nation, that apart from some if it’s inhabitants only visitors from overseas may have still kept alive I started to seek out the dream like atmosphere that “Hugo”, “Midnight in Paris” and "Amelie” have nourished in my head. Much to my surprise a search was entirely unnecessary. All that it took was to leave my apartment for A walk in Montmartre late at night…