[ That's not too far-fetched: romanticizing happens, and he won't begrudge Iona for it.
When they do pull up to the Moulin Rouge, the club's namesake is swaying gently in the breeze, a red pennant in a dim sky. There are stragglers from the day before, presumably, still sleeping in alleys or waiting for their girl of choice to show up for afternoon rehearsals. Girls linger outside the front door, chatting animatedly to each other about daily trivialities.
It seems plain in daylight: just another building with a bit of glitz and glitter. The lights are off, but they do promise a good time when they turn on, foundations and walls adorned with polished glass. ]
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When they do pull up to the Moulin Rouge, the club's namesake is swaying gently in the breeze, a red pennant in a dim sky. There are stragglers from the day before, presumably, still sleeping in alleys or waiting for their girl of choice to show up for afternoon rehearsals. Girls linger outside the front door, chatting animatedly to each other about daily trivialities.
It seems plain in daylight: just another building with a bit of glitz and glitter. The lights are off, but they do promise a good time when they turn on, foundations and walls adorned with polished glass. ]
There. Is it everything you've hoped it would be?