You have to venture into the 15th arrondissement of Paris to be welcomed by Lucien himself.
The silhouette of the rocker contemplates you on the side of a building located opposite the last address of Georges Brassens.
Like a treasure hunt, these lead you a few meters further to a timeless place, bathed in light and greenery, set with individual houses and artists' studios.
It is on the threshold of one of these that you will find Frank Margerin, father of Lucien for nearly forty-five years.
As soon as you cross the door of this veritable den haunted by its owner, a joyous jumble seizes you.
Collection of fly-toxes, records, figurines, guitars, comic books, plastic weapons, suspended moped… Margerin's bohemian spirit has occupied the space for forty years.
Our gaze is caught by a vintage magazine cover depicting a chubby baby.
"It's me!
, he says, proud and tender.
At 3 months, I was a supermodel.
My mother had...
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