Obviously, the atmosphere is not there. Neither outside nor inside. Outside, the municipal police check the certificates, filter access. No more than a hundred people. A spray of hydroalcoholic gel in the palm of the hands is offered at the entrance, another at the exit. Inside, it's dark like a winter morning. All but two access doors are closed.
It is a market where we no longer stroll. We park between the lines marked on the ground at a distance of one meter and we follow the arrows. The traffic route is imposed. It looks like Ikea, but here, no U-turn possible. At least one in every two slots is empty. The haberdashery and florists repacked on March 15. The multi-retailed pork butcher for his head cheese, white ham and black pudding threw in the towel when the confinement was announced. Its large stall is frozen under the tarps.
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At the entrance to the market, the municipal police check the certificates. Credit: Private Collection
The Chelles food market (55,000 inhabitants) is one of the few in Seine-et-Marne that the prefect has authorized
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