Emptying basins of water every other rainy day during the winter at the foot of the baker’s oven had worn away my patience and curiosity. I imagined this pile of collapsed stones, bathed in mud and the roots of plants that had grown on the roof. So I ended up drilling a hole in the plasterboard and the hollow brick wall to take a look… Our quest for old stones is rewarded once again…
Opening of the bread oven on the chimney side 
