Clearly the Galerie Marchande was an integral part of the initial building design, and perhaps even a key-selling point for early purchasers of the apartments. These galeries were - and still are - highly-stylised spaces, with public art and carefully thought out lines and colours. Unchanged though since the day they were built they have become anachronistic and completely disfuctional. Non(sense)-spaces in a crowded city.
There is something vaguely comical about some of the scenes. They are empty stage sets, waiting for a return of the ghost performers from another time. Cordoned off, sometimes behind glass walls, there are escalators - thick with dust - that no longer move, and communal zones where people no longer meet or rest.
In one underground corridor near the Rue du Cherche Midi there is an anonymous black door. There are no windows, no face to the outside world, but just a name to make us guess about what is on the other side. It is the entrance to a night-club, a door that only opens after dark. But who comes here? I later find out that it is a Swingers club, the discreet and anonymous doorway at complete odds with the open exchanges that take place inside.