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>> christopher: they say, "bonjour, monsieur." blah, blah, blah. >> blanca: i always feel welcome here. i never consider that this is mine. it's theirs, and they've allowed me to live here in a very nice way. and i feel recognition. they know who i am. they know who i am. >> anthony: there is a side-by-side aspect to life here that's very unusual. >> blanca: very unusual here. it's mostly, you can do whatever you want if you do it with good manners. >> anthony: but it is a sort of a station of the cross for, you know, the bad boys of culture. i mean, verlaine, rimbaud, iggy pop, the stones. >> christopher: burroughs and guyson. >> anthony: burroughs writes about, he came here to be a writer. >> christopher: he was a junkie before he was a writer. >> anthony: as so many of us were. [ laughter ] but i think this was a place where if you wanted to think of yourself as a writer, you would come here and somehow you were working within a romantic tradition. >> christopher: yes. >> anthony: burroughs said right upfront -- >> blanca: yes. >> anthony: to me, a writer, from when i was a little boy, a