Saint Nicholas Day

On a winter's evening when the frost clings to the windows like fragile lace, Saint Nicolas will appear, his sack laden with promises and his face lit by a glow as soft as a candle behind an icy pane.

- At the fourth hour, from KM0, he will take the Rue Centrale, offering glittering baubles as he goes, and leaving behind him a trail of trembling light, mingled with the scents of spices, oranges and burnt wood, like a whisper from a distant Christmas.

Around the fifth hour, he'll reach Parc Jean Rousson, in front of Immersion, where a modest refuge will open up, like those found in old fairy tales: a shelter of gentleness, waiting and silent rejoicing.
And there you'll find:
Steaming drinks, chasing the cold away from trembling hands
Golden pastries, sweet treasures capable of soothing even the most weary of souls
So come along, young and old, and listen to the breath of old times, and let your steps lead you to this suspended moment, where smiles light up faces more surely than tinsel, and where the true poetry of Christmas will envelop you in its tender, profound magic.