Patricia, is it true that you're thinking of starting a bag line? It's as true as my metro line project. Even if the one you're talking about is more likely to come to fruition than a possible Line 15 of my own devising.

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Hello Laurent, and thank you for answering my questions at the recently reopened Lutétia bar.

It was a Monday in February. I remember because it was cold. A cold that no longer exists, a polar cold. It was snowing heavily. Paris was paralysed. At the time, I was working for a major shoe brand created by a man who has now disappeared. Not in a magic trick, no. He was well and truly dead, well buried, well decomposed. Far, far away.

Somewhere after graduation and between a few extinguished university studies (which is the opposite of brilliant), I looked in the mirror and said to myself (apart from the fact that I thought I looked pretty good): "Well then, girl, don't you think you'd be better off somewhere else than here? Tell the truth, and don't hide from it".