Our memory of places is not based solely on personal experience or historical knowledge.
Any place is forgettable, and it is precisely this forgettability that enables it to imprint itself on our minds.
Thus, in our brains, the nucleus of each of the cells that make up our memory of places is made up of pure forgetfulness. This oblivion draws to it a form of imagination, like a black hole. In its turn, the imagination that rises up within us will make it possible to develop symbolic legends or landscapes in which we can give life to our personal experience.
Then and only then can we share with others what we believe to be intimate knowledge of the world.
A journey through the mnemonic neurons of a man from Lyons reacting to various evocations of the Pentes quarter.