Il était une fois...

A town that had a central role in the poiltical plot of western europe (more to come)... A few centuries followed where not much seems to have happened (at least from the point of view of who has just arrived), while neighbouring towns were becoming more and more present in the history of the country...

The twentieth century arriving, someone decided that the town had to be famous at least for 24 hours, so a car race was created to last just that long. The cars went round a few times, but people were not satisfied with a day of fame per year. So other races followed, in different sets of 24 hours, adding a theme day for trucks, motorbikes, bicycles, roller skates...

But indeed why stop at 24 hours? Why not a 25th hour? What for? What is missing? Culture! So the 25ème heure du livre saw the light!

In a beautiful setting, between the old town and the Sarthe river, on the quays, a 200 m long tent is erected, and 30000 people in a town of 140000 come to browse, read or buy... As a plus, an exotic theme... Mongolia, from which I retain wonderful tunes and voices