When strolling through Paris, one cannot help but find oneself out of money. It’s too easily too well spent. And I do not (not!) mean for these ubiquitous luxuries one finds nearly everywhere, with all these logos displayed on it, Vuitton, Gucci, Prada, Chanel, and so on. No, I mean the fine antiques and art stores you find in huge numbers on the left bank, the rive gauche, between quai Voltaire and boulevard St. Germain. Here, you find everything you will ever need for your Paris apartment, the one of your dreams, and if you don’t share that dream, for any other apartment, any other place on this world. Sofas, chairs, tables, paintings, vases, and clocks galore. All very expensive, but no logos whatsoever. If somebody was proud enough of his fine craftsmanship to sign his work, then you’ll find just that, a signature. But no logos.