Come and share my passions

I invite you into an automobile,
I invite you to the heart of the City of Light,
I invite you to let yourself be driven

The automobile has been with me since my earliest childhood, and I remain fascinated by a beautiful car. Not necessarily the most expensive or the most sought-after, but the one that catches my eye, the one that stirs emotion through the memories it evokes, its overall lines, or the projection I make of the work of engineers capable of creating such unique objects.
France has a glorious past in the first half of the 20th century with its genius manufacturers (from de Dion-Bouton, Panhard-Levassor, Delahaye, Peugeot... to Renault, Citroën, Voisin, Bugatti, Delage, Simca, or Talbot-Lago) showcasing extraordinary know-how in the service of this new means of transport that would become so popular.
I feel somewhat invested in perpetuating a piece of this history in my own way by bringing to life and sharing the jewels of our heritage. It is an immense thrill for me to be able to drive a car designed during the Second World War, more than 70 years ago. Here we are, plunged back into an era of durability, far from the obsolescence that surrounds us... could the car of yesteryear actually be ecological?
My choice of the Peugeot 203 is not a coincidence; as you will read, this vehicle represents the rebirth of the Peugeot brand after the Second World War. It is also a vehicle that drew inspiration from what was being done across the Atlantic while maintaining its French identity and adapting to the needs of the population in the aftermath of the war, a vehicle combining cultures to serve the needs of the moment.
This vehicle was designed to last, an objective achieved by establishing the brand's reputation for reliability. Finally, in the 1950s, Peugeot was a family business, responsible and socially involved in the development of the region.
I am therefore proud to share this experience of the 203 convertible with a vehicle that comes from the Doubs, its birthplace.

I will not have the arrogance to introduce Paris; it is simply impossible given the richness of its entire HISTORY. So, before I recount a few pieces of it, let me share with you what binds me to the City of Light.
I am fortunate enough to have been born in Paris about fifty years ago. My grandparents and my mother lived there for a good part of their lives and passed on to me a love for this city.
There are worse memories than that of the Pont-Neuf and its chestnuts roasted over a wood fire before heading to La Samaritaine, an iconic and popular department store before it became a luxury store and hotel.
I am also proud to have been baptized at Saint-Germain l'Auxerrois, the Royal church located opposite the Louvre!
Proud, too, as a child, to have pulled on the swing rope in the square Jean XXIII in the gardens at Notre-Dame Cathedral.

People often think that boys are drawn to cars and girls want to play with dolls. I "alas" fit this cliché perfectly; ever since I was a little boy, anything with a steering wheel has fascinated me, and I had to wait far too long to experience the joy of driving.
I believe I started off at a very good school: my father's, who made his passengers' comfort his absolute priority. I am deeply grateful to him because, far from feeling molded, I observed and therefore learned "the right way to do things." I have made this priority my own as well, as I am firmly convinced that every driver has a responsibility to respect the well-being and comfort of each passenger, to avoid causing fear or motion sickness, and above all, to make the journey a peaceful moment where everyone feels safe.
Even now, I love scanning the road to avoid potholes or bumps as much as possible, optimizing my lines so the car remains as stable as possible. And here again, I am proud of the recognition I get from my family regarding my driving; whether expressed in words or actions, I have been driving a minivan—naturally high-riding—on the roads of Corsica for 20 years without a single case of motion sickness!