Hilarious gas, cigarettes, aphrodisiacs… plunged in one of the largest black open -air markets in France
It is 11:45 p.m. on this freezing Friday in January and the drive is running at full speed. Here, in the middle of a depressing area of warehouses, very close to a rugby field, a railway and the two giant chimneys of the old thermal power plant, we can get, seven days a week and twenty -When out of twenty-four, a bottle of “proto” with plastic tip and ten balloons for 15 euros. “If you come back tomorrow, you ask for Guindo, it’s me,” reveals a dealer before making the currency.