When i was child, i grew in the city of Clermont-Ferrand in France. Up to my mother's place, just on the hill after the railroad, i went often the week-end to the garden built here. It was, and still is, a lovely place where people built strange shacks made with everything they could find...unfortunately this place will die soon, as a new road will take the place. That's why i decided to keep the memory with these shots.
Here it is
Comments welcome of course.