We can’t miss them! When you take the avenue de Nancy, in Metz, the huge plane trees open the way, accompany you, protect you … We like them wearing their green vault when the temperature is hot and the season is hot. We also like them when they offer us a whole different face, once the temperatures expose them, until they take on a most surprising look when the hand of Man takes over. In a few hours, with the approach of the beginning of December and the end of year celebrations, they adorn themselves with enormous brilliant waves. White on this one, yellow for the next and so on. Around here, it’s a kind of tradition …
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“Our royal avenue! “
Over twenty years that the little merry-go-round lasts. “And there are still some to believe that it is the town that decorates all this … It could, it is done elsewhere but here, on this avenue, an association takes care of the job!” », Reports Marthe Feuillet. The association of traders on the avenue de Nancy, more precisely. Born in 1992, she obviously knows how to motivate her members every year! “You know, here, it’s a bit like our royal avenue,” reports the lady’s husband, Alain Feuillet. We like it to be pleasant to hang out with, that it pleases walkers and customers, so let’s get started. ”The couple are none other than the founders, along with others, of the small structure.
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Warm environment
They are also the parents of Virginie, who has taken over their flower shop since retirement. They are still members of the association. Alain is even the vice-president. “We meet every year at six or eight, for two mornings, and we go. It makes everyone happy. It’s not that many constraints! »Here, on Avenue de Nancy, the atmosphere is like these two: joyful, warm. No sooner does one mention the possibility of taking a photo than the family trio has already whistled the recall of the troops in less than two!
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Reuniting with friends
From the sidewalk opposite, the butcher Schneider alias Pipo is already crossing the road. Frank, the neighbor, follows suit. Another shopkeeper, the sportsman of the gang, in turn lets go of his advertising store for a few seconds to be also on the picture. And it’s the reunion of lifelong friends. We bedroom, we heckle. One recounts his last basketball exploits or his convalescence after being knocked down by the virus. We laugh while taking pictures and then we try to silence the Australian Shepherd of Virginia who is systematically making the vocal cords on the butcher! “Go find out why, asks Marthe Feuillet, he always barks at her when he arrives …” And so it is all year round, on the “Champs-Élysées” of Marthe, Alain, Pipo, Frank and all the others who trade here together.
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