Droplets of rain, grey clouds, and the wheels of a few suitcases scratching the concrete. Frightened faces asking, “you don’t have working coffee machines”, “is that the entire campus?”, “is the weather always so gloomy?”, or “where can we eat something in less than 10 minutes?”. Questions that us, Havrais, keep on asking to ourselves. You might think this is the beginning of yet another complaint about the wonderful city we get to call home for two years. But you’d be wrong. Because this weekend, Perret and Niemeyer had everything to offer, and all campuses got their breath taken away by Bharatanatyam, clapped to Bollywood, danced to LH sessions. This weekend, this nation’s elite got drunk au Fût, and slept less than a 6-month-old toddler. Yes, this weekend, we listened to the most wonderful speeches, heard a member of government offer a Kinder Bueno, and Stéphanie Balme became a swimming teacher. Le Havre hosted le Prix Richard Descoings.
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