Christophe Poyet’s venture into one of Paris’ most secret streets, the Avenue Frochot, began as nothing more than a joke. A private enclave hidden behind elegant wrought-iron gates, the short and steep lane is uniquely exclusive. Christophe, however, had been a regular visitor at his best friend’s apartment there.
‘I always said to him, if a property comes up for sale here, let me know.’ It’s the sort of light-hearted throwaway comment that may have been fielded many times already. Except, on this occasion, only a few weeks later, the apartment above Christophe’s friend’s was on the market and he soon became the owner.
