I cross Paris like in a dream. There is a scout boat in front and another behind. My rider, Morgane, has poor visibility due to her armor but an earpiece connects her to Madeg, who directs her. She directs me with Kevlar reins. As I pass, the crowd applauds, the noise grows. The moment marks the most beautiful minutes of my short life and eternity for those who conceived me. Two days later, I returned to Nantes. I thought I would live peacefully there but it was crazy in Paris, everyone wanted me. So I leave again, Place de l’Hôtel-de-Ville, where 45,000 tickets were sold in a few hours to see me. Today, I sat in the royal courtyard of the Palace of Versailles with a view of the equestrian statue of Louis XIV and the royal stables. What a fate for an iron horse who galloped on the Seine one rainy evening. »
