#courons

[mapping-elysium]

Postcards

Le Jardin '21

This laminated post card offers a glimpse across the river. A little more than a decade after the war, the eastern bank is already fully renovated. The hillsides are lush with gardens and residences, someone's parked a small beige airship by the fountain. This postcard will sell for a pretty penny.

Grand Couron '37

This postcard depicts an ill-advised residential area overlooking the Jamrock Quarter. 13-story buildings line the hillside like sarcophagi, an ominous fog already rising from behind. These are the last boom years -- in '39 the project fails catastrophically, leaving behind an opiate and hepatitis B infested slum.

Martinaise '98

A faded picture postcard from the end of the last century shows Martinaise as was before the Revolution. It's the height of summer, Rue de Saint-Ghislaine is teeming with parasol-wielding bourgeoisie and Wild Pines flags buttress the walkway. Nothing is written on the back.

Couron '33

This one has 'HELL' written on its back. It could not be further from the truth. It's the boom years, and Couron, the nicest district in Revachol West, is enjoying a sun drenched day. Tall and handsome buildings rise from the riverside: steel, iron and yellow limestone, with cloud shadows sliding on the facades.

Boogie Street '46

This crumpled up postcard depicts an open air market in Boogie Street ~5 years ago. A vendor smiles as dead roosters line his stalls -- hung by their feet from canopy. Red blood flows onto the muddy street, blurry shadows of people pass

[tonguetyd]

[adrianomaini]

Secondo l’analisi di Lefébure, le radio periferiche [in Francia] avevano contribuito all’affermazione del modello di radio commerciale

Nel paesaggio radiofonico francese, accanto ai canali del servizio pubblico come France Inter, France Musique e France Culture, creati nel 1963, si registrava la presenza anche delle radio cosiddette “periferiche”. Queste emittenti si caratterizzavano per avere i ripetitori situati all’estero e gli studi in territorio francese al fine di evitare le restrizioni legate al monopolio. Esse erano…

[bagnabraghe]

Secondo l’analisi di Lefébure, le radio periferiche [in Francia] avevano contribuito all’affermazione del modello di radio commerciale

Nel paesaggio radiofonico francese, accanto ai canali del servizio pubblico come France Inter, France Musique e France Culture, creati nel 1963, si registrava la presenza anche delle radio cosiddette “periferiche”. Queste emittenti si caratterizzavano per avere i ripetitori situati all’estero e gli studi in territorio francese al fine di evitare le restrizioni legate al monopolio. Esse erano…

[disco-archetypes]

JUDIT MINOT - "Before you were a cop, you were a gym teacher in Couron." She looks around. "It's getting really cold outside. Should we maybe..."

YOU - "That does explain a lot."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Harry... it explains *everything*. The running around. The jumping. The *shot-put*. Your inexplicable facial hair..."

YOU - "How I can keep going for *twelve hours* a day..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "The fact that you don't seem to *know* what homo-sexuality is..."

ENDURANCE - The *incredible* stamina output...

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Also -- *this* guy. Just... everything about this guy.

SAVOIR FAIRE - And this guy too.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION - God... even this javelin-throwing freak here...

[vorakh]

personally a fan of vintage revachol postcards

in order from left to right: martinase ('98); le jardin ('21); coal city ('08); grand couron ('37) and couron ('33); boogie street ('46)

+ la delta ('51)

[kaijukebox]

[kicks in door with flowers] okay so kim, who often thinks of himself as pretty jaded when it comes to romanticism, secretly likes getting flowers. I imagine flowers being such a luxury, difficult to grow and pointless to sell to the poor districts that have no use for such a thing. So when Harry stumbles in one day with a fist full of buttercups he uprooted from the lawn of some house in Grand Couron, gleefully showing off the darker orange ones (“they match your jacket!”), Kim immediately finds a mug to house the little flowers and places them where he can stare at them all day.

So, (not so) fun fact, I was not alerted to this message and I just happened upon it last night…please forgive me 🥺

YOU. I need you to know that you have a beautiful, brilliant mind, and I want to make a home in it and live there forever!!💕!!✨ This made my whole month, and I am declaring it as canon, no one can stop me…how SWEET! I had to draw something to go along the lines of this, I hope you don’t mind hrnghfhdfh

[may--hawk]

star me kitten [Disco Elysium]

Summary:

The first time the detective calls you kitten, you think it’s a mistake. The second time Harry calls you kitten, you’re not in any shape to address it. And the third time he calls you kitten -

Rating: T

Pairing: Harry Du Bois/Kim Kitsuragi

Word Count: 4,982

The first time the detective calls you kitten, you think it’s a mistake. A drunken slip of the tongue, a stumble. Because he is drunk - glassy-eyed and red-faced and nearly asleep. It’s two months into your transfer to the 41st precinct, and after your transfer had come through and he had been cleared for field work, you found yourself out on the streets of Central Jamrock, solving crimes. Real crimes. Murder, drug-smuggling, syndicated crime rings. Mostly murder, though. At least it was a relief not to be solving murders committed by - or on other - juveniles. For the most part.

Your new job has you learning a new part of your city, of Revachol, and Harry learns it with you, although you note that his body retains a physical memory of the city that his mind hasn’t. Like when you say you’re hungry, and his feet are already turning towards the Rue de Suresnes, where you find the best Samaran food you’ve ever had. “Oh my god, Kim,” the detective says around a mouthful of food, “do you think I’ve been here before?”

“It’s a safe bet,” you say, watching as he licks creamy sauce off his thumb.

Things are tense with your new precinct, at first. You gather that Harry had burned a lot of bridges that he had personally built. Everyone is wary around him, as if they are all a bunch of stray dogs afraid of getting kicked, and you are lumped in with the detective, at first. You and the lieutenant solve no fewer than ten cases in your first two months. It’s astounding. Captain Pryce congratulates you, although you get the sense from the other officers this is nothing new. “Dick Mullen, showing us all up again,” Officer McLaine mutters. The cases are nearly split - half of them are figured out based on his hunch, the others based on your careful notes, your ability to see and connect patterns.

You drive in every day from the GRIH - the 57th had let you keep the Kineema, after extensive arguing and a little push from your new Captain, Harry tells you later in his matter-of-fact way that he uses when he tells you things he can’t possibly know. Some nights, when you stay at the precinct late, hot on a case, you stay the night at Harry’s, on his couch, although it has seen better days.

You’ve slept worse places.

You call each other, sometimes, when you can’t sleep, although it’s usually Harry calling you, nights when you sit up staring at the phone because you can’t sleep because the moon’s too bright, and you’d like to talk to Harry, to hear his voice - hear him telling you about circus horses, or communism, or what’s going on in the Burnt-Out Quarter right now - but you can’t bring yourself to do it. And then he’ll call you. “Hey, Kim, you up?” he’ll rasp into the phone, and you’ll say, “It’s hard to sleep when your phone’s ringing,” and the little breath he lets out straight into the receiver, right into your ear, means he knows you were up anyway - that’s why he’s calling - but he’ll let you have that one.

You see each other, sometimes, on your days off. Harry will call you because he’s heard about a bazaar he wants to check out in Fauborg, or an old example of Franconigerian architecture in Grand Couron - “Do you know architecture can be art?” he says to you in a hushed tone as you walk the streets of Grand Couron, trying and failing not to feel self-consciousness in your well-maintained but old jacket and boots. Your shoulders and elbows bumping together as you walk, because his neck is craned back. “I think it’s true.”

“Just about anything can be art, if you make the argument well enough,” you say to him. Sometimes you’ll do things you want to do, although Harry typically has to badger it out of you. Usually it’s work on the Kineema, or search parts stores scattered across Revachol for parts for the Kineema. Once, you go to a coffee and motor carriage event outside of Grand Couron, where you buy each of you coffee - yours black, Harry’s with room for disgusting amounts of cream and sugar - and stroll in the hot sun, the sun blinding off metallic paint finishes. Harry holds both your coffees eagerly and well-away from the motor-carriages as you lean over engines and point things out to him, and sometimes he’ll parrot things back to you - “that’s a torque-converter, right, Kim? That’s an intake manifold?” And you say, “No, detective, that’s the washer fluid reservoir.” Or, “yes, detective, well-done.”

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[suresne]

writing my young harry/kim au has me thinking about how it seems pretty clear that harry regretted leaving his gym teaching job before his amnesia. the mentions of harry’s teaching days are tinged with nostalgia and melancholy that don’t seem to just be caused by harry idealizing his youth or the years he was still with dora:

[Og] *468. YOU - "You said in Couron? I was a gym teacher there?"

[Og] *396. JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Yes, you *taught gym* in Couron. I believe that's the term? Taught gym at a high school. You were a high school gym teacher."

[Og] *508. PERCEPTION (SMELL) - The smell of sweat and glue, the worn floorboards...

[Og] *549. ENCYCLOPEDIA - Couron is just east of Jamrock. It was a short walk, every morning -- to the baseball field or the sports building...

this shivers check with annette in particular makes me insane

[Og] *110. YOU - "Shouldn't you be at school or something?"

[Og] *149. ANNETTE - "I do my studies at home at the moment. I have to help Mum keep this place running."

[Og] *530. YOU - "What is *school* anyway?"

[Og] *256. ANNETTE - "School?" She rubs her red, chilled nose. "Well, mine is a big yellow building on Boogie Street. And the people there run it. They say it's a *charity*."

[Og] *711. SHIVERS - The gale wind blows in from the coast, a wind of needles. It wraps itself around a building of brick and mortar. Somewhere, a clamor rings through the honeycomb of classrooms.

[Og] *315. YOU - What is this feeling?

[Og] *662. SHIVERS - Remorse. The parquet of assembly halls, the rows of stall bars are growing cold. The corridors stand empty. A girl's voice somehow finds its way through this strange feeling...

thinking about how harry would have been a great teacher to “problem” kids. how he would have understood and empathized with their hyperactivity/lack of focus/lack of impulse control. how he would be encouraging and funny and a good influence on kids who probably had difficult lives

thinking about how the RCM would take all of that away from him…..

[magianna]

"Well, here's another secret -- I've never been on an amusement ride. There used to be one in Couron, a small one when I was a kid..." He stares right ahead, as if picturing the rickety wheel in a local marketplace, surrounded by kids.

"I was always too small to be allowed on board. The harness didn't work. And by the time I was finally tall enough, the wheel had fallen apart." He laughs and shakes his head. "But anyway..."

magdalenaolechny.com

[mapping-elysium]

Map Wall: Map of Revachol

Revachol:

North Coast of La Caillou

“Shattered by the delta” of the Esperance

Series of river islands and distributaries

EAST REVACHOL

Le  Jardin

Stella Maris

Saint-Batiste (made up of suburbs, home of Saint-Batiste pharmaceutical company)

WEST REVACHOL

Couron

not Grand-Couron [district in jamrock] The Lower Middle Class (Possibly the district the GRIH/57th is in?)

Jamrock

Burnt out Quarter in the heart of jamrock

Faubourg

“Almost as bad” and much bigger than Jamrock 

Coal City

Poverty district

Martinaise

North of Jamrock Strip of coast next to the GRIH 1200m distance between bookstore and church

NOTES: Finding the factoid about the distance between the bookstore and the church is HUGE! It gives us more of a scale to the map. I need to track down the conversation sources but i still want to note that Couron and Grand-Couron are separate locations.

Map Wall - Several maps have been attached to a bulletin board hidden inside the alcove. They're held up by small pins. The board has come loose from one corner.

Map Wall - The maps look old and faded. Your eye catches a map of Insulinde, a map of Revachol, and a map of Martinaise.

You - Look at the map of Revachol.

Map Wall - The north coast of a verdant island is shattered by the delta of a river. It is the River Esperance. Countless bridges put the shards back together, connecting city blocks to river islands. *La Delta*, says a great, artificial heart in the centre, teeming with lifeforms and construction.

Map Wall - To the east, rolling hillsides: Le Jardin, Stella Maris, the suburbs of Saint-Batiste, swallowed up into the megacity. They sound *rich* to you. This is Revachol East.

You - And west of the river?

Map Wall - Couron. It's somewhere to live. Not bad. Then there's Jamrock -- it's *bad*. People shouldn't live there, but they do. Then Faubourg -- it's almost *as* bad and much larger. Then Coal City. It's the worst.

You - And Martinaise?

Map Wall - It's so small you can't even see it on the map. No... wait. There it is! North of Jamrock, the strip of coast next to the Greater Revachol Industrial Harbour. It looks downright despondent. It's almost Coal City, to be honest.

Shivers - No. Coal City is worse. A charred limb. Rain falls on its slick black streets. And then there's the Burnt-Out Quarter in the heart of Jamrock... is it cold in this bookstore, or is it just *you*?

Volition - No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive.

Inland Empire - You feel you're *just* west of Coal City. Somewhere above Jamrock and close to Coal City.

[tonguetyd]

“I SAW YOU IN THE BACK VIBING” oh I hate that I couldn’t say hi to my dudes but I love being perceived 😂😂😂

Also the new band name is This Is Not An Exit, heard it here first

[ignitingthesky]

The Previous World Mural — a dreamscape transposition of The Next World Mural to somewhere, somewhen else.

The gif compressed the images but I will also post them as a clearer image set, to be linked in a reblog.

Excerpt of accompanying ficlet below. Decided to just post the segment of it I've finalised since I won't have the time to work on it for a very long while.

artblog @chromacandescent

kofi | inprnt 🪻🌷🌹

Excerpt:

You stand on an unfamiliar street, across a familiar mural. The pavement is dimly lit, blue warring with orange between the shadow and light. The streets are populated with faceless shadows. The sky, indistinguishably and eerily hazy, holds the morning moon and the dawning sun distantly together. The world is fading… smearing at its edges.

PERCEPTION — The mural is the only thing you recognise here, depicting featureless silhouettes: one in white paint, engulfed by one in black. They are lovers leaning together, heads meeting in a kiss. A circle of red paint forms a halo around their heads, enclosing that moment of tenderness.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — Despite being close enough to melt into one, the lovers remain distinct, separate, impossibly apart.

REACTION SPEED [Medium: Success] — Like The Next World Mural, from your ledger.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT — Wasn't that one about a man and a woman?

Is *this* Grand Couron?

Is this... the next world?

YOU — Is this... the next world?

INLAND EMPIRE — No. A previous world…

PREVIOUS WORLD MURAL — True love remains impossible. We are not new people.

PAIN THRESHOLD — There is no escape.

VOLITION — But you can, and you have started anew.

PERCEPTION — Either way, the silhouettes *are* too ambiguously rendered to belong to the Next World Mural, so…

YOU — "I've never seen you before… have I?"

PREVIOUS WORLD MURAL — Of course you haven't. Look around you... Where were you, and where are you now?

ENCYCLOPEDIA — You have no idea. 

BLOCK ??? — Before you is a towering, utilitarian structure, built to shelve a massive population. This building is one of many, its sequential sign obscured by the mural.

There are 11– no, 12 floors in total, including the ground floor, which has been obscured behind sheet metal barriers.

PERCEPTION — The scent in the air is unfamiliar. Despite the fumes of traffic and paint, the distant cigarette smoke, the wet pavement, the damp grass…

INLAND EMPIRE [Formidable: Success] — There is nothing haunting in the air. No ghosts between the molecules — not for you. The wind is silent of her sighs.

(tbc)

[au-jardin-de-mon-coeur]

Viens...oui viens....allons au bout du chemin, "la Felicita" nous attend...partons à sa rencontre, courons vite, jetons-nous dans ses bras et réjouissons-nous ! Elle est un chant, une fleur, un parfum, un soleil, un sourire, un cœur en partage...elle est là, "la Felicita," et elle est bellissima !

#au-jardin-de-mon-coeur ✒️

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵 Precinct 41 Major Crimes Unit

"Vrrr… Viva la Revolución!"

+1 Communism

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Cool. To me it sounds like you got played by Evrart Claire. And it's true -- you *are* his little peone.""

"Is that why you want us to investigate the assassination of the previous Union head thing? To get off Evrart's hook?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "No. It's *nothing* like that. He was reckless with information -- but ethical. We don't owe anyone anything. This allowed us to stabilize things in Martinaise."

JUDIT MINOT - "God... Calm down, Jean."

REACTION SPEED [Medium: Success] - Silence. Good. The man doesn't know what to say.

6. "There was also a dead man -- on the boardwalk. A missing person I found."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Yes-yes. Fallen through a gap in the boardwalk, drunk."

"How did you know I found him?"

JUDIT MINOT - "The body was transported to Precinct 41. Our morgue. I had Tillbrook and Mollins take care of funeral arrangements and family-stuff."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "You're not the only cop in the world, Harry. This all comes back to us."

JUDIT MINOT - "Still," she says quietly. "Good work with the missing person, detective."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - It's still a point for you. No denying it.

7. "I also looked into the mystery of the Doomed Commercial Area."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - He shrugs. "I don't know what a 'Doomed Commercial Area' is."

"Rue de Saint-Ghislaine 10. A commercial building where all businesses go bankrupt. I looked into it."

"The curse turned out to be possibly entroponetical. Part of my larger investigation -- into Martinaise itself."

"Nothing. It's not important."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "No, it didn't -- it didn't turn out to be entroponetical *again*. Enough with the isolary-pale two-millimetre-hole-in-the-world line. This isn't Paradox B. We're a police force."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Paradox B is a fringe science magazine published in Graad. Its mission is to explain theories like telekinesis and intraisolary pale, before they get out of hand.

KIM KITSURAGI - It doesn't look like the lieutenant wishes you to push this angle further.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - 'Cut it out' is indeed what he is thinking.

8. "I confiscated drugs from Cuno's dad."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Who's *Cuno*?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "You don't want to know."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "You're right, lieutenant -- I don't." He turns to you. "You snorted the drugs, I know you did. It's all right, I mean, at this point -- *anything* is but the drink."

9. "So what do you say? Wanna take this hot shit back?" (Point to yourself.)

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "I don't *want* to. But you discovered a new species. And solved the murder..." He shrugs.

"So I *have* to. Jude?"

JUDIT MINOT - "Anything that ends the *trial* is okay with me." A quick nod.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Medium: Success] - You haven't been drinking, she thinks. So maybe this time...

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Agreed. The public relations potential of this is too valuable to let go."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Okay." He sighs. "We have vehicles in the square. And the perpetrator needs to be taken into custody. Let's go."

Task complete: The Return

+10 XP

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Now! Now you will *finally* get to know who you are!

"Wait. I have a *few* questions before we go. About who I am."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - The man looks westward, impatiently.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - Jingling his car keys in his pocket.

"Who *am* I?"

"Why am I *like* this?"

"Okay. Am I a dirty cop working for La Puta Madre?"

"Precinct 41… what kind of station is it?"

"The phasmid -- I need to tell Lena about this ASAP."

"Lieutenant Kitsuragi -- what will you do now?"

"I'm ready." (End.)

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Who *are* you? You're a gym teacher, Harry."

"What?"

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Well -- obviously you're not a gym teacher anymore, but..."

+5 XP

"But before..."

JUDIT MINOT - "Before you were a cop, you were a gym teacher in Couron." She looks around. "It's getting really cold outside. Should we maybe..."

"That does explain a lot."

"No way. I was a flagellant monk."

"A guerrila soldier / gym teacher?"

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "No," he remarks dryly, "a regular one."

2. "No way. I was a flagellant monk."

JUDIT MINOT - "You haven't told us about that -- you've just told us about being a gym teacher."

"That does explain a lot."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Harry... it explains *everything*. The running around. The jumping. The *shot-put*. Your inexplicable facial hair..."

"The collection of FALN sportswear I've amassed..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "The fact that you don't seem to *know* what homo-sexuality is... Your moves on the church floor -- which, honestly, were just *jump aerobics*... And how you're able to perform a 360-degree spin-kick too!"

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Medium: Success] - Also -- *this* guy. Just... everything about this guy.

SAVOIR FAIRE [Medium: Success] - And this guy too.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Medium: Success] - God... even this javelin-throwing freak here...

"Oh god -- *Contact Mike*..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Of course! Contact Mike!"

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "He's been on about Mike again?" The detective shakes his head. "I hate that guy."

"Contact Mike is a reprise of the most inspiring basic sporting principle of open competition! A 5,000-1 rank outsider!"

"When was this? When was I a gym teacher?"

"You said in Couron? I was a gym teacher there?"

"Why did I join the RCM then?"

"Okay. I see now." (Conclude.)

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Oh -- you don't say?" He arches an eyebrow. "Does he also *vault an impassible gulf of finance and privilege*?"

JUDIT MINOT - "It is... it *is* getting cold out..." She looks around -- at the dilapidated fishing village.

2. "When was this? When was I a gym teacher?"

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "In your twenties or late twenties. You've really let yourself go since then." He looks you over.

3. "You said in Couron? I was a gym teacher there?"

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Yes, you *taught gym* in Couron. I believe that's the term? Taught gym at a high school. You were a high school gym teacher."

PERCEPTION (SMELL) [Easy: Success] - The smell of sweat and glue, the worn floorboards...

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Couron is just east of Jamrock. It was a short walk, every morning -- to the baseball field or the sports building...

KIM KITSURAGI - "High school. Harry! Your goings-on with Cuno, Andre, Acele -- the whole thing on the ice. That's why you're so *juvie*."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - His smirk suggests barely contained laughter.

4. "Why did I join the RCM then?"

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "The regular -- you found some chick. She inspired you to fight the *big fight*. Be more than you are. All that."

INLAND EMPIRE [Trivial: Success] - You, every morning, walking from Voyager Road to teach gym. She -- leaving for the academy with her spring coat on. The air filled with the smell of smoke and raspberries and incredible hope. An ocean full of hope.

5. "Okay. I see now." (Conclude.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "I knew it. I knew no normal human being can run like that. He's an-honest-to-god gym teacher."

2. "Why am I *like* this?"

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "It's not a mystery. Some chick fucked you over. Also, you're a drunk."

PAIN THRESHOLD [Medium: Success] - You really went with it too. Really maximized the damage.

"Some chick -- who?"

"Was she called Dora Du Bois?"

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Du Bois?" He shakes his head. "It was... Dora Ingerlund, I think. You've said her name. But you weren't married. You were engaged."

"Wait, Dora Ingerlund?"

"So we weren't even married…"

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Something like that. Half-Vaasan."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Vaasa is where beautiful and impossibly blonde people come from.

2. "So we weren't even married..."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "No one is married anymore. This is Revachol."

"When was this?"

"I've heard enough." (End it.)

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "God, I don't know..." He thinks. "Six years ago? She was way before my time."

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - Six years and you haven't gotten over it, what the hell is wrong with you?

[disco-archetypes]

YOU - "Wait. Grand Couron? What's that?"

PLAISANCE - "It's a *proper* place to live -- one of the most peaceful neighbourhoods east of Jamrock. You may know it for its massive housing projects..."

SHIVERS - Your head feels light and dizzy... a cold breeze caresses your flesh.

YOU - What's going on?

SHIVERS - Monstrous buildings loom over Grand Couron. A cold wind howls in the empty halls of homes built upon delusions.

YOU - Why?

SHIVERS - There is no life in Grand Couron. No one can afford to live there.