“Do you see the little stars on the tablecloth? Imke sewed them on. There’s one star for every person taking part in La Nuit des histoires. And since this is your first time, you get your own!” Like every year in spring, the family gathers at Tante Céleste’s house for the weekend. Uncles, grandmothers, aunts, cousins, friends, godmothers form a joyful gathering bound together by the heart. The blankets are out, the table is set: everything is ready for a new Nuit des histoires to begin. As the evening unfolds, stories are born, intertwine, blossom. Together, children and adults bring the tales and their characters to life. Until the end of the night. Until the next morning. “They say that when a person dies, their soul is judged directly.- Once upon a time…- … last week …- … a tribe.- Once upon a time, in a time that never ends, Bayo and Zénobie.” “Do you see the little stars on the tablecloth? Imke sewed them on. There’s one star for every person taking part in La Nuit des histoires. And since this is your first time, you get your own!” Like every year in spring, the family gathers at Tante Céleste’s house for the weekend. Uncles, grandmothers, aunts, cousins, friends, godmothers form a joyful gathering bound together by the heart. The blankets are out, the table is set: everything is ready for a new Nuit des histoires to begin. As the evening unfolds, stories are born, intertwine, blossom. Together, children and adults bring the tales and their characters to life. Until the end of the night. Until the next morning. “They say that when a person dies, their soul is judged directly. - Once upon a time… - … last week … - … a tribe. - Once upon a time, in a time that never ends, Bayo and Zénobie.”
Source: Nantes Métropole