One of the best-attended movies in Paris last week was Le Désert de Pigalle, a sex-and-sob drama about a priest in plain clothes battling for the soul of a streetwalker. Many a homeward-bound member of the audience, hurrying along Montmartre's notorious Place Pigalle just a block from the theater, passed a pipe-puffing Parisian in a beret chatting with a prostitute without realizing that he was the movie's real-life model.
Père Rosi cherishes his anonymity. But to the painted popsies of the world's most famed red-light district, he is well known as Père Pigalle,...
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