We see the salon shows, as models glide haughtily in front of clients, icily holding up numbers; and the armies of seamstresses who hurry up the Woodcock staircase every
morning and line up in their white coats to greet the various aristocratic clients who visit (a
wonderful scene has Alma, herself in white, disappearing into the crowd, then asserting her territorial rights when a beautiful princess drops in: «Je m» appelle Alma.