"Young architects are unhappy: the capital city is a warren of mole's burrows. It is 1926, after all, and even though the crackling of the fireplace is poetic, the central heating is more comfortable, clean and sustainable. It is time to build a new Paris. But the Parisians are not in a hurry. They treasure these "mole's burrows," and not just because of the memories they harbor. Our generation has adapted to the new rhythm of life but has not fallen in love with it. [...] Modern people treasure their stuffy holes and love their trinkets: this is where they take a break from the paperwork, the flickering of the movie screens and the mechanical gestures and feelings."