SAINT HONORE STREET IN THE OLD MANS WELL AND I KNOW THAT I LOVE.
Old Mans of my adolescence, I know on the fingertips, I can not count the hours spent in walking its cobbled streets . I remember going into the studio of a painter who makes beautiful creations on silk. I loved walking in the direction of the conservatory of music, enter the Museum Tesse to discover a new theme, enjoy the aesthetics of a sculpture than a table, listening trio sonata by Bach, sitting on a bench Cathedral of St Julien , one of the most beautiful in France. I gave free rein to my fantasies, imagining Berengaria of Navarre and Richard Lion heart , browsing the dignity St Honore, I imagined the poet Scarron leaving his home thinking that these captivating characters had certainly taken the same path as mine.
When the warm weather returned during the holiday periods, I would regularly sit on a bench in the park Tesse, where I books for hours without being bored, I sometimes to pause and distribute bread crumbs to pigeons who knew me well, chat with bums, regulars corner of my faith very nice.
I also remember my ritual the night before an exam, which was to make a wish, sliding my right index finger in a cavity menhir , to get a good grade in math. I note, however, that I was not fooled into believing in miracles, and that I sometimes still seriously considering. I must admit I was pretty well organized in my schedule and if I felt the need to choose my loneliness, I was not the last to laugh and amuse my gallery of friends ... The rest is more intimate, this is where I conclude my story true.
Footnote: Now when I go to Le Mans, I can not help but return to this beautiful corner de la Sarthe.
When the warm weather returned during the holiday periods, I would regularly sit on a bench in the park Tesse, where I books for hours without being bored, I sometimes to pause and distribute bread crumbs to pigeons who knew me well, chat with bums, regulars corner of my faith very nice.
I also remember my ritual the night before an exam, which was to make a wish, sliding my right index finger in a cavity menhir , to get a good grade in math. I note, however, that I was not fooled into believing in miracles, and that I sometimes still seriously considering. I must admit I was pretty well organized in my schedule and if I felt the need to choose my loneliness, I was not the last to laugh and amuse my gallery of friends ... The rest is more intimate, this is where I conclude my story true.
Footnote: Now when I go to Le Mans, I can not help but return to this beautiful corner de la Sarthe.
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I'm lucky when I'm at my mother, to admire the cathedrals of St Julian's window. In the evening it is lit, it's fantastic!
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