She has lived here for 50 years. The address is prestigious; the interior of her apartment is simpler. "Well, that's what we call a 'crazy-all.
' That is to say, it is a junkyard. And that's my kitchen that's in a mess. That way, you will be able to have fun.
" In 1964, Marie's mother bought this three-room apartment of 70 m² for 180,000 francs, the equivalent of €240,000. "At that price, already at the time, you should not expect to have the view. " "My mother, when she arrived here, you can't know the complexes she made.
Because she thought this apartment was shabby. And then she arranged it afterwards, and then we got used to it. And then now, I think it's very good.
" "Why? " "Because it's small. With the move upmarket in the neighborhood, Marie, a retired bank employee, somehow became a downgrade.
Her last major brand purchase was this bag, more than 30 years ago. " "This will amuse you. So you see, it's the great, great, great, great classic.
It is very beautiful, and this bag, for me, was something fabulous. For me, it's a myth. This is Chanel's star bag.
" "We can do that too; we can wear it like that. It is still very pretty. And since that scarf, in the year 2000, she hasn't bought anything.
Today, they are no longer the real inhabitants of the district, like Marie, who ensured the prosperity of the shops on Avenue Montaigne. " "You'll get run over. Me, I don't see anything, so you tell me.
" At 75, she no longer goes out without her home help. For half a century, she has lived on Avenue Montaigne; the old lady is a memory of the district. "What was there before?
Oh god, it ends up being so disfigured that. . .
Louis Vuitton, how many days have they been there? They came back; they are there; they are here. They used to be up there; they move all the time.
We end up not knowing. I was telling myself who it was before. I cling to the railings.
I have a cousin who teases me; he tells me, 'It's perfect, we've arranged a perfect course for you. ' So, we pretend to look at the shop window and we rest. What Marie lacks is neighborhood life that has disappeared with small local shops.
" "So we're at the bakery here. So look at the bakery; I don't know what it was called. I remember the bakery when she left, and they were people who were already very old and who owned the business, who must have sold it for a fortune.
He was happy to go away and retire comfortably. From now on, for Marie, who is not a billionaire, doing basic shopping is not so easy anymore. " "Did you forget your baguette?
My children, you have to travel 1 km to pick it up. You need a postage stamp, and an envelope; you have to go running, I don't know where, to get it. It would be much more fun to go out in the street, to ask me in a small bistro.
. . That's more of it.
