LES PUCES D'ORLÉANS

Previously, the chips of Orleans, certainly as old as the first journey by train in Paris-Orléans on May 2, 1843, held Quai quay. Since 1977, and after being ballotées as a result of planning changes in various locations in the city, they have settled on the esplanade of French Remembrance. Name in the sense of double right now, that of history with a great H and history with a tiny one becoming major at the time of the many places that provide an alibi for the dream during this weekly morning. Yes, writers such as Max Blecher or Bruno Schulz have fallen fascinés in the face of these outpourings of grenier where memory leads to méandres between melancholy and delight. Of course, from the tip of cloth (silk, let's say!) to the silver spoon through the old illustrated, the 33 or 78-towers sillonnés, the Gien tiles or the sleek or polished jewelry, the chairs and chairs with pink velvet, there's everything to do a world here. And it's the beautiful atmosphere of discovering that everyone looks, busy, in the shade of patience.