Slipping through the sun rays, weaving our walk according to the shop windows, the faces, the colors of skin in this cosmopolitan Paris with a crazy charm … A nod to those who queue in front of Angelina for the African (the famous chocolate in which a cloud of milk is diluted), and, when reaching the Jeu de Paume, take on the right the Rue Cambon. A quiet street! Intimate, even. That of the feminine underwear of another time. That time when women still wore corsets to tighten their waist and bring out their chest.