Ah, poor, dear Le Havre, in her youth one of the radiant beauties of the French Channel coast; in her post-operative reconstruction a brutalist/functionalist mess of a place, so depressing and depressed-looking that not even a sunny day can relieve the gloom. It’s not Le Havre’s fault, after all its fate was visited on countless north European towns and cities around 1944, but what Mr Perret, - for ‘twas he who reconfigured this town with such a promising name (the haven; echoes of paradise?), - thought this town needed was a post-war makeover in the manner of every grim, grey, brutalist, godforsaken place behind the Iron Curtain? I walked out the station one day and spent the next hour searching in vain for relief from the Perret-created hell-scape. All in vain. Line after line, like so many massed Soviet troops, of relentless concrete. Yes, concrete, that wonder-material beloved of every brutalist/functionalist architect worth their salt. Even the sea at the end of the (tram) tracks seemed sad, forlorn, withdrawn, sighing daily for what once was. And it was. I’ve checked the old photos. However, on the upside, what Le Havre *does* have, is lovely, lively, often edgy people and a fast train to anywhere else.
OK. Qui est la parce que c’est le confinement et que c’est une des vidéo à regarder en HG ✋
Ah, poor, dear Le Havre, in her youth one of the radiant beauties of the French Channel coast; in her post-operative reconstruction a brutalist/functionalist mess of a place, so depressing and depressed-looking that not even a sunny day can relieve the gloom. It’s not Le Havre’s fault, after all its fate was visited on countless north European towns and cities around 1944, but what Mr Perret, - for ‘twas he who reconfigured this town with such a promising name (the haven; echoes of paradise?), - thought this town needed was a post-war makeover in the manner of every grim, grey, brutalist, godforsaken place behind the Iron Curtain? I walked out the station one day and spent the next hour searching in vain for relief from the Perret-created hell-scape. All in vain. Line after line, like so many massed Soviet troops, of relentless concrete. Yes, concrete, that wonder-material beloved of every brutalist/functionalist architect worth their salt. Even the sea at the end of the (tram) tracks seemed sad, forlorn, withdrawn, sighing daily for what once was. And it was. I’ve checked the old photos. However, on the upside, what Le Havre *does* have, is lovely, lively, often edgy people and a fast train to anywhere else.
L'histoire géo sérieux
Qui est là pour les cours ?
Ton fion fatigué 😂
moi mdr
4:36 quel génie !!!!
Ça dépend dans quel domaine ?
Au niveau des containers le port du Havre est le premier de France.
Vive les dockers !!!
Pour quoi ? Le trafic de cocaïne et d'héroïne ?
Ils n’ont pas parlé des conteneurs de cocaine 🫣
...mais certainement pas le plus intéressant du monde...ça dort le port du Havre...sauf pour les trafiquants de tous poils...
FERME TG SA SE TROUVE T’ABITE DANS UN BIDON VILLE 🏙
C'est vrai ! 👍👍👍
Ses nul