Paris is a question I simply do not know how to pose. Grime and gold; reality and perception; vaping shops and tourist tat.
The old man has started to rant about leaving his closest family, about spending more time with his children. The children within earshot roll their eyes: they remember how he left them before.
We have plenty of people who need homes, but cannot afford them: Rents are expensive; mortgage deposits are extortionate; the bank of mum and dad has been squeezed dry. Hard working people desperately need homes.