Mucem Saint Mathurin de Larchant Highway A4 - A86 Aix TGV Station Remains Industrial site Domestic ruins Demolition June 2014 Under the Highway Exchanger A4 - A86 in Maisons Alfort (Paris suburbs, in France) Concrete is magical material, all architects know this At the beginning we see nothing or almost Uniform concrete, lines crashing against each other, at most a kind of abstraction, a monotonous geometry And then, in the distance, it emerges, we follow the road, underneath It's nice to walk behind the scenes I hid behind the columns and waited a little Time to catch my breath, finally to wait for it When prospects are released, one can believe in anything else It would not stop to grow, to gain height One starts to to watch differently Some things we had not seen appear, a light, trees, birds, and even little beasts, very small beasts I met Creepy, a tiny spider concrete She was about his doorstep and watching me I approached very very gently so as not to scare her, but small spiders are not fearful, they are just very small When Creepy knew I was an architect she said: You need a spider! She jumped on my shoulder, she was determined to make me visit She said: Look, curves spurts in all directions, they cover the space, I find it really comforting ! Creepy told me a whole bunch of stories about different worlds She whispered to me full of secret in bowl of the ear In this setting I had no trouble to believe her By leaning his head a little, bearing against the concrete, one can spend hours doing nothing I found a small brick home sheltered from highway roads It is too small, and it's not even a house, but anyway it made me dream At this time, a very small racing car, upset, has burst into a cloud of dust I think she wanted to go up on the highway, like all the little things that want to become like the grown She calmly stopped as to reflect, and launched us a sidelong glance Creepy and me, and she said: Well I, I'm going! Creepy who is very small also said : It's now or never So we left all three of us on the highway I think I decided to put the veils, even if it is not easy A genuine woman is never quite sure of being ready The path was all mapped out, the sky was blue There was another road above the highway Underneath, on top, how to know what is the true way The clouds were rising, so I said : I would come back I deflated myself, I confess The sun enlightened the sails to show clearly the direction Finally this is where I would leave, as soon as my luggage is made, as soon as I finished my job, once I have the courage, time, money. Soon as I am open minded, I promise !