Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy

The next day, in the sun, I went back to Montmartre. I found my old haunts again, the Rue TholozГ© and the Rue Durantin; and the market in the Rue Lepic. I went into 26, rue TholozГ© to see the concierge, pretending to be looking for someone. My concierge had been a big fat woman with a hairy wart on her cheek. She had vanished, and a woman from Brittany had taken her place. The Montmartre of my youth had not been stolen; no, everything was there, absolutely everything; but it had all changed. The dairy had turned into a laundromat, the local bar into a drugstore, and the fruit shop into an automat. The Bandevez Bar, at the corner of the Rue TholozГ© and the Rue Durantin, used to be the meeting place for women from the post office in the Place des Abbesses; they came and drank their little glass of _blanc-cassis_, and to make them fly off the handle we solemnly reproved them for getting blind drunk while their poor husbands were working. Well, the joint was still there; but the bar had been moved to the other side, and the two tables were no longer in their right place ...»