One afternoon in August at the amusement park for children of Lille, the rediscovery of the pleasures of children, the pleasures of yesteryear ...

"Turn, turn, good wooden horses,
Turn hundred turns, turn thousand turns,
Often turn and always turn,
Turn, turn to the sound of the oboes. (...)
Turn, turn, horses of their heart,
While around of all your tournaments
Flicker the eye of the underhand swindler,
Turn to the sound of the victorious piston."
Paul Verlaine