Moulin Rouge

In early 1962 I lived in Dreux, France. I was very young and all of my memories are pleasant, some associated with smells like the bread baking in the morning when the housekeeper would take me with her to market. The taste of  a Palmier which the baker would treat me to each time I went. Mustard on a ham sandwich and my beloved ballet. 

My parents would go on dates to Paris and one night they came home with a doll dressed in purple satin with rows of white ruffles, feathers, black boots and she was beautiful. They had gone to Moulin Rouge and the doll was a Can-Can dancer. I was smitten with her.

This doll is very similar to mine except mine has blonde hair.

A few years later I saw the 1952 John Huston film Moulin Rouge 


and my doll became more special to me. Saturday night I was hunting for a movie to watch when that same movie popped up. I watched it again and I still love it. 

My inspiration...Moulin Rouge.
Enjoy!