A vendre? Four flat tyres, a parking lot dusted with faded chewing gum wrappers and a torn poster of Johnny Hallyday. It doesn’t get anymore French or evocative than that. I love this place, though knowing nothing of it, a story is bursting out, with characters fully fleshed in body, voice and character. Something happened here. Of that I’m sure.
Great place for a video. Perhaps I’ll take Matt Wilson along and we’ll shoot from dawn to dusk with just a flask of Absinthe to keep us warm. And for effect only, a carton of filterless Gitanes. Salut!