This is the mail box service at the post office in the 9th arrondissement. It feels like eastern Europe in this very shichi-poopoo area. It wasn't shichi-poopoo when I moved there in 97. Every area I move to seems to follow the same shichi-poopoo destiny. Bastille, where I lived between 1985/1988, for instance. Why and what does it mean, shichi-poopoo? If you feel like this post about old chairs and table in the 9th arrondissement post office is a boring post, go there.