Culture in boxes

The Bouquinists are part of the Paris World Heritage. Mademoiselle Lili always walked past it, then stopped and listened 


The green bookcases along the Seine are as much a part of Paris as the metro strikes. And so one day in the spring rain I stood on the Quai de l'Hôtel de Ville to wait for a bus, which didn't come either. Michel, a bouquinist, invited me under the roof of his box and we struck up a conversation. 

He has been here for two years to supplement his pension. On offer: a hodgepodge of old magazines, used books, prints and historical postcards, but also tourist tinnef such as refrigerator magnets and key rings. "It has to be so that it's even worth a bit," he says. “Most of the customers who come here don't speak French, so what are they supposed to do with French books? But a lot of people want selfies with me.” With a beret, mustache and pipe, he looks exactly how an American or Asian imagines a typical Frenchman. His deal is: A selfie is only available against the purchase of at least one Paris souvenir. Actually, he grins, he became a photo model.


He humorously expresses the misery in which the five-century-old tradition of Parisian open-air traders has found itself since the internet and mass tourism. Michel is one of around 230 bouquinists running the 900 historic stalls along the banks of the Seine between the Town Hall Quay, the Ile de la Cité and Saint Michel. In the 1960s and 1970s, his father did good business, especially with the students, who could buy cheap used books here. Today they can find what they need online and no longer have to look for bouquinists. This year, Michel hopes to be assigned a stand on the more profitable Rive Gauche bank near Saint Michel. Beginners like him are first sent through the so-called purgatory, the nickname among bouquinists for the right bank.


Both banks of the Seine have been UNESCO World Heritage Sites since 1991 - and with them the Bouquinists. The Paris City Hall protects the profession by providing the stands free of charge and tax-free, albeit under strict conditions: compliance with the sales area calculated to the centimeter, the offer must mostly be printed matter and not souvenirs, and the stands must be open at least four days a week have.


The fact that the government is now almost rolling out the red carpet for the ailing traders is a novelty. For centuries they were persecuted, expelled and despised by the authorities: with the advent of printing in the 16th century, the Bouquinists established themselves, initially with mobile vendors' shops throughout Paris. "Bouquin" is a French nickname for book, probably formed from the German word book and the Dutch word boeken. Above all, they sold pamphlets and scandalous magazines that railed against the church, king and capital – a bit like Twitter before its time. While official book printing and trade was subject to censorship, they sold the free word.


So they are tried and tested in crises, the Bouquinists of Paris. And I'm sure they will survive the internet age as well. Before I get on the bus, I buy another issue of Lui magazine from Michel, a kind of French playboy from May 1974. A perfect and original birthday present for a friend who was born in the month. Save the Bouquinists!