Montmartre in Paris does not hide under a bushel when it comes to its day to day business. Venture there on any other day – exercise caution if you blush easily – and you will be left in no doubt that in this quirky corner of the city of love, sex sells.
Juxtaposed slightly awkwardly with one of the city's holiest spots – the Sacre Coeur church, perched appropriately high on the hill above – the famous red windmill of the Moulin Rouge towers over a boulevard lined extravagantly and unapologetically with sex shops.
