“A secret terrace? Behind the Moulin Rouge?” someone might whisper, their voice barely audible above the hum of the city. They’d be talking about the Villa Jacques Prévert, though you won’t find its name etched on any grand facade. Tucked away in a quiet corner of Montmartre, on the edge of the frenetic Boulevard de Clichy, Villa Jacques Prévert hides in plain sight. This isn’t a grand estate. It’s an apartment building, its back turned to the street as if seeking solace from the whirlwind of Paris. But it holds secrets, stories whispered on the breeze. The year was 1955 when Jacques Prévert, the beloved poet who painted pictures with words, moved in with his wife Janine and daughter Michèle. Their home, number 6bis Cité Véron, opened onto a shared sanctuary — “The Terrace of the Three Satraps.” Imagine this shared space, tucked away behind the very wings of the Moulin Rouge. A haven where Prévert, along with his neighbours Boris and Ursula Vian-Kübler, escaped the limelight and found solace in each other’s company. Today, the terrace whispers of laughter and late-night talks, the clinking of glasses and the murmur of creative minds. The apartment itself, once alive with Prévert’s presence, is now the beating heart of his legacy. The organization FATRAS, custodians of his work, ensures that Prévert’s spirit lives on, echoing through the rooms where his words first danced on paper. His presence, like the lingering scent of pipe tobacco, is woven into the fabric of the building.
Центральный дом работников искусств
Step through the grand wooden doors of the Central House of the Workers of Art, and you’ll be transported to