Night-Scented

The André Citroen park had colonised land that had once been home to Citroen’s design office and assembly line. It now boasted several expanses of trees, flowers and grass, all regulated with geometric precision. Standing proudly at its head, much like the chateau looming over the gardens of Versailles, were two imposing glass structures. Easily fifteen metres tall and perched on sloping ground, they oversaw a vast lawn running down to the Seine.