The latest French newspaper has reached a merit order after 50 years

It is the last French newspaper; Maybe last European.

Ali Akbar throws the sidewalk of the left edge of Paris for more than 50 years, under his arm and his last headline on his lips.

And now it is officially recognized for the contribution to French culture. President of Emmanuel Macron – The student himself bought newspapers about Mr. Akbar – it must be decorated next month, one of the most high honors in France.

“When I started in 1973 he was 35 or 40 years in Paris Hawkers,” he says. “I’m alone now.

“It became highly recommended. Everything is digital now. People want to consult his phone.”

These days, through Saint-Germain fashionable cafes, Mr. Akbar can sell about 30 copies of Le Monde. It maintains half sales price, but it doesn’t get a refund for refund.

Before the Internet, he would sell 80 copies in the first hour of the newspaper publication.

“People in the old days people looked for the people looking for the paper. Now I have to go after the customers try to sell one,” he said.

It is not a distant drop in trade, Mr. Akbar, who says that he goes to joy of work.

“I am a pleasure person. And I’m free. With this work, I’m completely independent. No one gives orders. That’s why I do it.”

The 72-year-old spectra loves a well-known and very popular figure in the neighborhood. “I first came in the 1960s and I’ve grown with Ali. It’s like a brother,” says a woman.

“He knows everyone. And it’s a lot of fun,” says another.

Ali Akbar Rawalpindi was born in Pakistan and in the late 1960s he moved to Europe, in Amsterdam first time in a cruise coverage.

In 1972 the ship was treated in the French city of Rouen, and was a year later in Paris. In the 1980s he achieved his residence papers.

“I, I wasn’t a hippy, but I knew a lot of hippo,” her laughter said with her characteristic.

“When I was in Afghanistan on the way to Europe, I landed with a group I started to smoke.

“I said sorry, but I had a mission in life, and there was no next month to sleep in Kabul!”

Once he met famous and writers at Saint-Germain’s intellectual victory. Elton John once bought Esne tea at Brasserie Lipp. Selling of papers in front of the famous science Po University, he met the generations of future politicians – President like Macron.

Then, how has the legendary bank of the left bank first changed since he made a copy of Le Monde and flogged At auction (with a shout)?

“The atmosphere is not the same,” he had a lamb. “Back everywhere and writers everywhere – and actors and musicians. The place was soul. But now it’s a tourist town.

“The soul has disappeared,” he says, but he laughs like he does.