Montmartre’s seamy neighbour is at the foot of the hill, strung along on either side of a busy thoroughfare of peep-shows and hustler joints. This road is the boulevard de Clichy, which continues east as the boulevard de Rochechouart, an area dominated by hawkers and the cheerful pink checked awnings of the bargain store, Tati. You can still see traces of Pigalle’s glory days in the ornate 1890s facades along the street, but despite progressive clean-ups, it remains tawdry. The Moulin Rouge, birthplace of the can-can, is still going strong at number 82, while galleries of phalluses and vintage voyeurism put a folksy spin on sex at the Musée de l’Érotisme.