The following morning I had breakfast with my friend’s family the long way. We sat in the morning sun on the terrace with no horry having coffee. But eventually it was time to head towards new adventures.
This was my first photo, because here I noticed the first difference since my previous visit. Massive piles of sand had appeared in the back yard.
The place is the nursing home built in three phases between the 1950’s and the 1990’s and empty since 2017. I discovered it the previous summer and now I’m back looking for a point of entry.
I was starting from the back for reasons unknown to even myself. It’s been a couple of years since these pictures.
Starting from the 1990’s part then. The issue wasn’t the lack of doors in the building. The issue was the lack of open doors in the building.
This is as far from the front door as it gets.
The bushes were thicker every year.
Perhaps this terrace will offer me a reward.
Doesn’t look like it.
Nope. All locked.
The jungle deepens.
The berries aren’t ready yet.
The yellow part to the left is from the early 1990’s. The grey part to the right is from 1977.
And finally there is the original part from 1953 considered regionally important but still threatened by demolition.
The kicksled seems a bit misplaced.
The connection between the original building and the first annex.
There probably is a lobby behind the windows to the right.
The first glimpses inside through the windows.
The first hole I managed to find. That one’s too small for me, though.
Giving up hope.
The administrative department.
Better views of the old part.
A simple, yet beautiful example of 1950’s public architecture.
The main entrance. I think it has somewhat been changed in the 1970’s.
Another view. I’ve removed the name and address of the place from the top of the entrance.
Another unlucky exploration. Seems to be the story of my 2023.