"Stealing mobile phones is the national sport".
A***** security guard at a chemist on the Avenue de la Republique high-street.
The McDonalds money till was ripped out.
A woman had her arm broken up the road.
He lives in Orleans and travels 1hr40mins (each way) every day to work in St.Denis. He does not want to move there.
S**** protests through her music. She does the tours of local bars and clubs. She sings in Algerian (both traditional songs and her own). She says that Halal(meat/butchers) is a recent trend and a brand.
G****** takes us on a tour around Cite Floreale. It has a reputation (outside of St.Denis, at least) as being a "quartier chaud", but during the daytime it is full of playing children and their chatting mothers. There is not much traffic so the young ones can run into the road or weave around on their scooters. We meet a woman who runs the local community centre. It seems like she has a hundred projects on the go at the same time. She sits outside and has a cigarette break to chat with us. Two green parrots fly over the communal herb garden.
M***** is a "sans-papier". He works illegally as a street vendour in front of the RER station. He sells water and juice in cool plastic bottles. He says it is the only way he can make money in his situation without selling drugs or stealing. He buys his water in bulk and then sells each bottle at one euro a piece. A woman friend of his prepares the ginger and the dark berry juices. He lives in a cupboard under a set of tenement stairs, and says he survives "du jour au jour". He is afraid the police will ask him to show his documentation. Like the other illegal vendours he runs as soon as he sees the police coming around the corner.