In my mind, a portrait of a woman who used to own the epicerie but retired and passed it on to her daughter who runs it now. I often wonder when I look around the shop, which was once stocked with everything imaginable for the house and now is 50% goods for tourists, what she thinks. She seems jolly and loves to sit and chat and occasionally I see her with a pastis, sipping and fanning herself under an umbrella. I can't guess her age but surely it is being there that keeps her alive. She tells a good joke too, always short and sweet.