Dressed in his black leather jacket, Marcel
(the first name has been changed
), 63-year-old Marseillais, and his wife stroll in the middle of the thick lawn of the track of the Auteuil racecourse, in the west of Paris , still empty on this Sunday morning.
Behind his sunglasses, he observes the obstacles that the sixteen jockeys and their horses will have to overcome a few hours later at the start of the Grand Steeple-Chase de Paris, the flagship event of horse racing.
“It's magnificent!” says the retiree, with his Provençal accent.
We are lucky to be there.
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