Control Room of the NATO radar base, the fort of Mount Salbert.

Fort Lefebvre culminates at the top of Mount Salbert 650m altitude. It said a strong "Sere River". It was built from 1874 to 1877. On May 12, 1955, NATO reuses the fort to house a communications center and a radar base. The book is officially delivered to the Air Force ole March 26, 1958. The book "G" Air Defense Planning (DAT) has 7 radio antennas. The old fort is used as a barracks for soldiers.

The radar base is not exactly the strong, but under the fort. Access from the fort is a long staircase of 322 stairs that descends into a concrete wall strongly.

The site is no longer running quickly but it remains occupied by the army until 1972. The mayor of Belfort is the current owner. It secures the site is now a promenade.

A new subway prototype, in Paris.

To go from the control center room of the reservoir to the reservoir, you have to cross the parking of France stadium.

Curiosity, while the soil underground is gross, it is possible to call an elevator to the surface in music! Of course, this stage is not on a secret control panel, it is not possible to go down this way (unless you have a key, perhaps).

The control pannel of the bells of the belfry of Montrouge. Thank you not to play with, because it still works!

The control panel of the crane in the workshop.

One of the many leaflets Claustrophile long to read.

I feel lonely. Sitting on the edge of a puddle, waiting night after night came from an image, even furtive, which will warm my frozen heart. Boredom is deadly but I am perhaps more myself.
I do not control my movements. It seems I am doomed to remain motionless near the puddle. I can sit there, going to bed at the top in every sense, to slip under the surface. But I can not go away. Several weeks have passed already, maybe more. I lost track of time. I also lost touch and smell.

It all began one evening in July, right here. I rode north through here. I walked into the puddle and I did not immediately understood what was abnormal about it opposed the reaction to my muddy boots. In retracing my steps that I understood, without understanding anything beyond. The water that I had defiled was perfectly clear! I did another test, stirring the surface with my dirty soles. But water does not disturb and do not wash my boot. Worse, it penetrated the boot but no step had resulted. I started to jump in with both feet, there was no splash. I thought mad.
I think when I last had committed error in allowing my curiosity until that train was going to lose. I squatted and I plunged his hand into the water. I could see through transparency, I felt the cold touch and wet. But the water do not wobble. If I was raising in my palm and I let her run, she immediately incorporated the puddle remained perfectly motionless. I was scared.
But after a few minutes I emerged reflects a man who looked at me. I was scared to see it without having heard it, but it was nothing of the horror that awaited me next. Because when I turned around there was nobody behind me. This man existed only in reflection. And only in this puddle. I saw him once. It was already too late.
I was terrified. The stranger in the mirror and spoke agitated, as if trying to tell me something. But he remained silent to my ears. I panicked. I wanted to run but I was so scared I did not notice the sky of the quarry. I myself am hit with unprecedented violence. I think the shock was fatal.
Where I felt back up, I saw myself lying with his head in a puddle of blood flowing to the puddle of water. But when I looked at the puddle that is me that I could not see. I had no reflection.
The body was lying nearby was finally identified but it was not mine wearing my clothing and my backpack.
It was the man I saw in the reflection! He set off again in flesh and blood, for me, leaving me alone and trapped in my fate! I could not even follow him, as if the puddle of water had been magnetized. Since I am still waiting in the darkness, someone realizes that the puddle is still ...

Maybe you than I expected. You who picked up this pamphlet, a little better scans the surface of the water ...

The main ingredients are automatically weighed and conveyed into kneading machine after adequacy cycles run by robots. The operator controls the computer with a screen placed beside each mixer.

Small ingredients such as salt, yeast, tomato powder, vanilla, etc.. Are weighed and added manually during the knead "dough". Main ingredients per day:
Flour 70 tons (or 3 tankers) Sugar about 8 tons and Fat
about 20 tons.