Chapter four: Montmartre
After a long train ride Christian had finally arrived in Paris. He decided to walk to Montmartre seeing as though it was close by Paris. He was anxious to see his good friend Toulouse who had befriended him when Christian first came to Paris. He longed to see Harold Zidler, the owner of the Moulin Rouge. He hoped to find comfort in the town. He had only hoped that this trip wouldn't bring back to many glorious memories.
When he reached Montmartre he went to where his old garret was located. Figuring it was probably occupied he went a floor above to where Toulouse and the other boho's lived. Before he knocked he gave a long deep breath. He knocked and to his surprise it wasn't Toulouse who answered but Satie, part of the children on the revolution.
"Christian? Is that you?" Satie asked.
"Hello Satie. Yes it's me," Christian answered. "Where's Toulouse?" Christian asked as he entered the room.
Satie's face went from joyous to mournful at the thought of the answer to that question.
"Uh, well Christian, you see Toulouse passed away. His condition was to much for him." Satie answered painfully.
" Oh, are you the only boho left?" Christian asked looking terribly upset because Toulouse was his good friend.
" No, no the rest of us are alive and healthy it was only toulouse."
" Oh well, were are the rest?"
" They are all over at the Moulin Rouge. We were all hoping you would come and see us again. Toulouse really wanted you to but he died before he could."
" When did Toulouse, you know, uh die?"
" Back in 1901. In late August I believe.
"Oh"
" Would you care to site down?"
"Yes thank you very much."
The two sat down and talked for a while. Mostly about Toulouse. Christian carefully tried to avoid the subject of Satine but whenever that just touched the subject Christian would come up with a new topic to talk about. They came upon the decision to go have dinner at the Moulin Rouge, which had been turned back into a night club.