Obviously, he is “perched”.
He lives high up, on the "
top floor, last staircase, last door"
of a building without a lift, in the 5th arrondissement of Paris.
Downstairs, taverns for tourists, the smell of fries.
Above, in its celestial lair, within easy reach of the eyes, the sky and the heavens, with the stones of the Saint-Séverin church just a few meters away and, further on, the amputated towers of Notre-Dame de Paris.
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Sylvain Tesson's apartment could be the setting for a film from the 1950s and 1960s.
A solitary adventurer's haunt of odds and ends.
None of the contemporary attributes of modernity can be detected there.
No trace of the digital world, or even a capsule coffee machine.
The kettle is made of aluminum and the coffee is Nescafé in a pot.
There are, on the other hand, books, lots of books, a pair of cross-country skis, ropes hanging from the stairs, which, when he has just published a book,
Noir
(Albin Michel), in which there are many…
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