The publishers’ shop or Maison d’Edition seems a quaint remnant to the past, and perhaps the ultimate vanity. Imagine having a shop full of only your own books? How very Parisian, and second only to the embossed stationery shops !. This is quite different from the condition previously described with Editions Tiréseas, where the format of the shop has some bearing on the frontage of a book especially its cover, an altogether more innocent affair, and far from the haute-couture and its impending imperialism of the maison d’edition. It’s a constant theme, moving through the grander parts of the city and the consolidation of all forms of antiquity. SC