11th arrondissement. In the rue Amelot, just passed rue Saint-Sebastien, a curious bazaar attracts the eye. In the alley leading form the street to the store itself, called "Regifilm", we are already charmed by the ancient lanterns, telephone alarm systems like we used to see on a lot of street corners in old times, blue and white for police, red for the fire brigade, a lot of other items like a memorial grave stone dedicated to killed soldiers of the 1914-18 war. Very peculiar! But once you stroll and browse inside the stores (plural!), of Regifim, (whose main income comes from costumes and all sorts of theatre things you can hire), your mouth falls wide open and you stare in disbelief to quantities of bibelots, antiquities, arms and costumes stocked in a gigantic Ali Baba cavern. Everything: there is everything! From Henri IV baggy trousers to Louis XV wigs, crossbows, swords, daggers, armours. At the first floors, some ladies amend and patch up old movie costumes, TV outfits that a particular or even TV production has rented. At REGIFILM, a journey to a certain past is guaranteed...time has stopped.
the stores (plural!), of Regifim, (whose main income comes from costumes and all sorts of theatre things you can hire), your mouth falls wide open and you stare in disbelief to quantities of bibelots, antiquities, arms and costumes stocked in a gigantic Ali Baba cavern. Everything: there is everything! From Henri IV baggy trousers to Louis XV wigs, crossbows, swords, daggers, armours. At the first floors, some ladies amend and patch up old movie costumes, TV outfits that a particular or even TV production has rented. At REGIFILM, a journey to a certain past is guaranteed...time has stopped.