“We live with a sword of Damocles”: the fight of Philippe, 63, to save his “little corner of paradise” “No one is going to take them from you,” smiles Philippe, going up the misaligned wooden sleepers to reach the banks of the Rhône. The former dockworker has an easy familiarity and an accent that smacks of the old port to make Fernandel jealous.
“Do you see heaven?” he says without waiting for a response.