It was not long ago in Paris, a time when you could no longer leave your home, it was forbidden, because it was dangerous. What was that era? Another epoch than mine, but it was last month. One day, while taking a car to cross Paris, this deserted Paris, some time ago, I passed the garden of the Buttes Chaumont, and glimpsed through the gates, a sort of untamed jungle. This fleeting vision fascinated me. Like an impression. What happened during these two months? What became of the Paris gardens? This is where an old desire returned. I have always...
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