At Boulogne-sur-mer, there is a beautiful big house full of history,who faces the cold
and wind for a long time. Inside, you get lost in a maze of wood cracking and doors that line.
In the warm rooms, the walls are covered in fabric, and collage frames give us the smiles
of different eras. I see a succession of generations on the porch facing the garden.
I feel like watching the wagons of a train passing by. A hymn to the family,
and to the passage of time.

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