« There was a time will we tell our grandchildren, There was a time, therefore, when we laboriously unfolded a large format paper whose folds had, no doubt, been designed by an origami master. We deployed it without any hope of folding it properly one day. On this surface – how magical when you think about it – were winding roads, paths, highways, the names of towns and regions, possibly even oases scattered here and there in the form of gas pumps. The road map. Or the IGN map, for hikers, much more precise, where the paths and localities were drawn. No, young man, no need to zoom in with your fingers. Everything is there, and on this scale only. »
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