ABSTRACT
When I was very small there was a department store in our town called The Bon Marche where I sometimes went with my mother. A faded postcard shows that in 1910 it was already well-established. When I knew it, it was a major feature of the high street. It seemed like The Bon Marche sold everything – dresses and suits, coats and bags, fabrics, jewellery and toys. We went there mainly for the fabrics because my mother made curtains and chair covers for the house, as well as clothes for herself and my brother and me.
