I put out my hand and touched that world-famous cross.

It was about six inches long, and only of paper, but it was the flag of Italy, and it kept watch outside the _Casa Castagna_.

I am certain that he would not sleep well without it.
Probably the most famous Bohemian restaurant in the quarter is the Black Cat.

It is not really more typical than the others,--indeed it is rather less so,--but it is extremely striking, and most conspicuous.

There is, in the minds of the hypercritical, the sneaking suspicion that the Black Cat is almost too good to be true; it is too obviously and theatrically lurid with the glow of Montmartre; it is Bohemianism just a shade too much conventionalised.