From my window in the half light I can see Marc making things.
I find this very reassuring.
He is lucky to have a craft that has not changed for a century.
In his atelier he may show you the tools that were used by his father and grandfather and now him.
Their are are piles of papers upon half finished chairs that have not been disturbed for 30 years.
He has neither internet or mobile phone. He is a walking archive of all that is here.
I ask him why he does not sell some of the truly wondrous antiques that litter his atelier.
He is shocked "to be the one that let an object part from the family. The shame!"