So we have taken up our summer quarters in this Paris of hot days and short nights. Under our windows, polyglot accents streaming from terraces remind us that the replacement is underway without scaring us. On the contrary: eyes riveted on their corner of the countryside or coastline, Parisians mechanically weigh their pockets weighted down by airbnb rentals. Our pied-à-terre answers to the following description: French interior, furniture from the second part of the 20th century, contemporary paintings. Sobriety of a statement whose first virtue is to sharpen the curiosity. There will always be time to discover the pieces of
Pierre Guariche, Joseph André Motte,
Louis Sognot and
Jacques Hitier, the paintings of Jean Baptiste
Bernadet,
Stephen Felton and
Daniel Mato, the
ceramics of Accolay and Pigaglio... Praise of the confrontation or the decompartmentalization? What's the point of circumscribing. We will not spoil the vacations.