I understand that everyone can have good and bad days, but a lady of Balzac's age, whom my mother and I had to meet in this atelier, does not end her black streak. She seems to enjoy snapping at me, saying familiarly, "You can't read, you can't see for yourself. I'm not going to help you here, I don't have time." We stopped going there solely for this reason. It's a pity, the localization is not bad.
It was necessary to print out a piece of paper, when printing out some of the data disappeared, when asked to try to add a few words on a PC, the woman said that there was no such service.