"Oh! You are in trouble, the pots of cellulosic lacquer have just spilled on the floor… the shelf board has given way under their weight.”
The heady scent of turpentine accompanies, by awakening all the senses, the visit to the workshop of one of the last lacquerers in the capital.
It was here, at the end of an alley in the 17th arrondissement, that Louis Midavaine (1888-1978) exercised his know-how, from 1929.
"The grandfather needed the same equipment as car manufacturers , many in the district of the avenue de la Grande-Armée where we are,
explains Jean-Noël Turquet, one of the pillars of this workshop for twenty years.
That's why he settled here.
Look at our cabin: we spray paint on the plates like bodybuilders on cars: with a spray gun.
Then we tinker.”
The five craftsmen who surround Anne Midavaine, a dental surgeon converted at the age of 35 to lacquer, of which she represents the third generation...
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