Automobile salesman, Nicolas was Parisian from the cradle and could have been to the grave. He and his partner, Mathilde, an English teacher, were traveling the world, their friends nicknamed them "the Kennedys" . A year ago, after announcing "We are buying a house in Saint-Rémy-lès-Chevreuse" , they were renamed to one of those frank patronymics supposed to sum up the boredom that would inevitably ooze out of their suburban existence. end of the RER B.
At the same time, Marion, 25, a real estate project manager, had her own ration of puzzled pout. She was leaving Paris for Chatou-Croissy, her companion, originally from Poitou, who had no taste for "the metro and small apartments". "My friends made me comments on the life of grandpa that we were going to lead, remembers the young woman, on the fact that we would no longer be funny because we would drink less at parties." She herself did not leap for joy. His accommodation would certainly be larger
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