It is midday, and it is hot. I am walking in Palmarin's streets with Maëlle.
We decide to seat down next to the village center, where the old men are talking in the shadow of a kiosk.
We start to paint. As usual, children come first to see the drawing, then the adults follow.
For few minutes, the kiosk becomes an exhibition room.
Then, one of the old men invite us to eat in his home.