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| The textile fabric has just closed, 300 workers lost their jobs. Everything was left untouched, as if the workers were coming again. It is now 11 AM, the city is now fully functionnal and the sun begins to spread its warm light rays. Entering this place for the first time, we were impressed by the omnibulating silence, the particular odor of the old textile fibers and the transformations of light. Welcome to this odd dream, where things lost their initial function and exhibit their personality. Respect and silence are the main rules, the ambiance is similar to an unvisited 100 years old museum. |
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