Saturday, Saturday confined. Saturday, Saturday market day. In the early hours of the day, the contrast is striking between the colorful stalls with autumn hues, the masked crowd who take advantage of this authorized exit to fill the fridges and the cold gray of the lowered blinds of the almost deserted city center. At noon, the adjacent streets gradually empty and the pigeons return conquerors. The city center is theirs. Just to them.
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12:30 – Reading time:
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