The centre of social life in our nearest village is the salle polyvalente – in effect, the local village hall. It hosts all kinds of meeting and functions and its furniture – including these remarkably uncomfortable chairs – are stacked neatly in another building, just behind the salle itself.
These rows of plastic chairs were set out for the prize-giving ceremony at the Doué La Fontaine roses festival. We didn’t stay for that, but as the proceedings were scheduled to start during France’s World Cup semi-final match, I suspect that quite a few of them stayed empty.
At a fête des fleurs in Magnac-Laval earlier this year, I couldn’t help noticing the shadow thrown by the back of this old chair, which presumably began life (quite a long time ago) somewhere on the Paris Metro. The weatherbeaten textures suit monochrome quite well.