Apparently M. was something of a sloppy dresser and was the bane of his mother who liked for him to leave the apartment looking rather spiffy. Alas, not.
He loved exchaning photographs with friends and with new acquaintances, and he would bother them until they acquiesced and gave him their image.
It's all about images, isn't it?
Merry Christmas, and Joyeux Noel.
The Other Odette