Al S.
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There’s something surreal about this street on a wet December evening. The crowds are (almost) gone, and the wet cobblestones turn into a mirror for the streetlamps and the distant, glowing white dome of the Sacré-Cœur. It’s moody, cinematic, and feels like you've stepped into a 19th-century oil painting. If you can catch it right after the rain at dusk, it’s the most authentic version of Montmartre you’ll ever find.