Well if you’ve filled all the flat surfaces, you might as well start going up. After all that’s what they did in Manhattan. There’s nothing worse than piles of newspapers and magazines cluttering up tables and sideboards (even if they are coffee tables). So why not be a little French bistro about it all and fix one of these to a wall, preferably near a chair. Then, pour yourself a coffee and, per’aps find a leetle croissant and zere you ‘ave it. Robert est ton oncle, as they really don’t say.