This morning when I went into the town near our village to pick-up my weekly magazine fix, Joelle and Jean-Jacques, the charming owners of the maison de la presse told me that on Sunday they will close their doors definitively.
For years they have been trying to rent or sell their boutique, but the mayor of the town forbade them to accept an offer from anyone other than the press. He claimed they were in a service business despite the fact they have been slowly slipping into despair as they watched the market slip away for books, magazines and newspapers.
While I was standing at the counter, waiting to pay for a game book for Ella and French Marie-Claire (my usual favorites — Elle and Madame Figaro — were not delivered this week) a stream of friends and customers came in to offer their condolences. Each one assuring them how much they will be missed.
Their boutique is next door to Babette’s boutique and will now be a sad, empty eyesore which will probably be disturbing to the mayor.
La maison de la presse has been in that exact location for more then 100 years.
So sad. . .