Between Limours-en-Hurepoix and Pecqueuse, west of Essonne, the procession slips by without noise.
On a country road, at the edge of a field, they are nearly 300 to advance in tight rows, white roses in hand.
Only the rubbing of the plastic on the flowers disturbs an impressive silence.
This Sunday, Julien's relatives gathered in his memory during a white march to the village hall of Pecqueuse.
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