When I was ten years old, in the last third of the 20th century, the antique dealers' quarter did not yet exist in Versailles. Every weekend, around the Passage de la Geôle, there was a flea market where I often went to hang out. I liked a certain merchant, a bit of a crook and very cheeky, who whistled all the time. One day, I had enough money to buy an old Adrian helmet from him. Proud of my find, I went home. My grandfather, a veteran of the First World War, was there that Sunday. He had gone to cut two roses in the garden and was quietly drinking his coffee from an old mazagran cup. I placed my treasure on his lap and was stunned to see a tear roll down his cheek. That day, I understood the extraordinary power of objects.
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