The banks of Canal Saint-Martin in Paris are usually crowded in the
summer evenings. Wine is drunk, Afro trap is played from bluetooth
speakers, teenagers show off their skills and courage jumping off
bridges… This time around, during the unprecedented heat wave the
Canal (which has been cleaned and is now officially open for swimming)
has become a sovereign, extraterritorial realm governed by its own
norms and rituals. An oasis of relative freshness between concrete
deserts of Republique, Gare du Nord and Bellville. I loved passing
by there between and after the menswear shows, I felt as if I were
inside a National Geographic documentary observing a primal festival
of water, body and pure human energy.

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