At 21 Avenue Anatole-France, a metal door opens on a covered coachable gangway, where it never passes through a car. This is a little like a gallery, with framed stamps on the walls on both sides. However, in addition to the bins which are now the compassionate of any dwelling — and the near-permanent decoration of our streets — four or five bicycles are stored. ‘The bikes of the family’, says Sylvie Abélanet. The house, built and expanded, enriched, etc.