30/09/2026
« Je cherche fortune,
Autour du Chat Noir,
Au clair de la lune,
À Montmartre, le soir ! »
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[I seek my fortune
Around the Chat Noir,
By the light of the moon,
In Montmartre, at night!]
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Aristide Bruant, 1884.
I have been making cabarets with some of these legends for more than a decade, and every show begins like as Aristide describes: a room full of people chasing something they can’t quite name, by moonlight.
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« Au soleil couchant,
Toi qui vas cherchant fortune,
Prends garde de choir,
La terre le soir
Est brune ! »
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[When the sun goes down,
You who seek your fortune,
Take care not to fall
The ground at night is dark!]
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Rodolphe Salis, 1888.
Salis knew the other half of the story. In one of his tall tales the king’s page sings the above warning/rebuttal: the same night that makes the magic also hides the path. Both songs are true, and every artist knows it.
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The sun has now set on this production of Chat Noir, 2026.
For 180 nights we went looking for our fortune, and in uncertain terrain we found it in each other: performers, musicians, technicians, hosts, designers, hospitality, security, photographers, wardrobe, chefs and audience members. As you can see this final nights audience was an especially bright constellation of stars.
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Merci, mes amis. The immortal spirit of the Chat Noir never really goes away. 🐈⬛🖤🎩