It has been more than half a century and continues to resonate in my head the cracking of the dead leaves under the shoes in the forest of Vincennes. It ran in the autumn of 1975 and Franco was dying in a climate of uncertainty. He took daily the metro in Saint-Sulpice until the stop of the castle of Vincennes, a fortress built by the Valois in the fifteenth century. As he passed by the pit and its towers, he could not avoid the image of the exe…
It has been more than half a century and continues to resonate in my head the cracking of the dead leaves under the shoes in the forest of Vincennes. It ran in the autumn of 1975 and Franco was dying in a climate of uncertainty. He took daily the metro in Saint-Sulpice until the stop of the castle of Vincennes, a fortress built by the Valois in the fifteenth century. As he passed by the pit and its towers, he could not avoid the image of the exe…