He saw us the moment we turned the corner. In the narrow alley there was no escape. "I have wife and children. My only capital is my voice and my feet. Up here, panoramic view," he said, mixing English and French. The flat roof was full of washing; a dog sat in one corner, tied to the chimney. Across the alley a woman was squeezing soap out of a t-shirt in the shade of a satellite dish.
"Over here many Jews. Before, not now. Come, I show you. Where you from? Newcastle? Me, I like Liverpool."
And with that the tour began.
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