Espace Pasolini, Valenciennes

Espace Pasolini, Valenciennes, where we stayed for Isabelle’s performance in NEXT Festival. Our apartment was the building in front of the theatre, the theatre itself an old factory or warehouse. Creaking wooden stairs and floors, corridors and many rooms, a massive kitchen and dining room getting the morning sun—whatever the weather became across the day, and it was usually rain and cold, the morning always brought sun—a shower that I could not leave, Philiipe and Nathalie, all the technicians, eating at L’escargot—yup, I ate escargot, and discovered the rare joy of Canard à l’orange, utterly magnificent, and drank a lot of very nice wine—the Musée des Beaux-Arts de Valenciennes (but that’s for another post). Now back in Berlin after eight hours of trains and planes.