From ‘Mon Oncle’ (1958) by Jacques Tati.

Monsieur Hulot lives in the old neighborhood, at the top of a building where you can see the phases of construction over time, dependent on needs and means. The old neighborhood is disheveled, though not messy. The modern cars, and their regimented driving patterns, that we see in the modern part of town are nowhere around. Rather, folks still rely on rickety old carts. Fences and brick walls have come down, have been rebuilt, and are coming down again.