Really pathetic. A cynical attempt to drive a wedge between GJ's and the middle class, if not directly by the author then certainly by the graun in its decision to publish it. This bit caught my eye:
'I got to know Redouan, a jolly kiosquier in the 17th arrondissement. He is a Syrian refugee who has been in Paris for six or seven years. I have been here for 22 years. His French puts mine to shame.'
Virtue signalling, much? I didn't realise the GJ's hated Syrian refugees and wanted to burn their livelihoods to the ground(!) Shit-stirring for horizontal hostility.