His leaf of starters (and outsiders) in one hand, his pen in the other, Hervé, 71 years old, a prognostic for more than half a century, is grumpy on this Sunday of races at the Vincennes racecourse. Not because he has just failed the quinté of the day but because he waste too much time to validate his numbers. “With all these tourists, all these provincials, all these novices that park at PMU counters, that does not advance, we can no longer play,” growls the Parisian retiree, former telecoms technician who, “long ago , in the 1980s, “won” 50,000 francs in the third ” (7 622 euros).
Like him, there are some 25,000 enthusiasts or neophytes to attend this January 19 at the price of Cornulier under the sign of winter sports and an afternoon on the theme of Sweet Folie, named after these very Alpine restaurants festive, with decibels thoroughly which make the delight of trendy skiers. On the menu of the “show”, the raclette, the Croque-Savoyard, DJs, cabaret singers and singers and of course harnessed trotting and mounted perfectly staged to captivate all laymen.
