Ah, Paris! The city where the size of your dog is inversely proportionate to the size of your purse. Le Marais, (or “swamp”) where I dipped in my sample jar to check out the state of fringe theatre, is very much a district of the small dog. And yet, its medieval streets have a strong tradition of outsider status — and were hence overlooked by the zealous boulevard builders — first as a Jewish ghetto, and now as a thriving gay community. And maybe this edginess explains the dozen or so of small, well-supported theatres operating in a relatively confined area.
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