homeward bound...
Roubaix, by way of contrast to the horrors of Swindon, was rather nice, if you can describe a decaying industrial town as nice. In a typically French way, they have decided to approach regeneration through the Arts, there are little (and large) art spaces all over the town. We were in the dance theatre (Le Colisee), a former cinema, it was possessed by an amiable crew, and, two hour lunch breaks notwithstanding, everything was done efficiently and within the allocated time.One of the other spaces in Roubaix is a former municipal swimming baths called La Piscine, it is now a wonderful and inventive exhibition space, slightly let down by the less exciting art collection on display.
At the back of the theatre was a tiny little park, presumably the formal gardens of the mayoral palace at one time. Nothing remarkable or unusual there, except that it has been colonised by feral chickens. These seem to be doing quite well, very glossy and fat, and it would appear that they have no predators. I should perhaps point out that the cockerels are extremely aggressive, and chase off anything that comes near, they also seem quite able to fly.
I'm going up the road today, hopefully we'll have an internet connection soon, we've got a phone number now, so that's a start.
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