Aaaahhh, elitism... A few days ago, a gentle reader of this website made me notice I was an elitist. And this for the simple reason that
I don't share "my" sites. Duly acknowledged.
If not distribute to all-will and total strangers addresses to respect the tradition of urban exploration and to avoid voluntary and
too rapid degradation of these spots make me an elitist, then yes, I really am. And proud of it.
Sorry lower class, but you aren't worthy to tread the ground that my tripod had the honor of visiting. Be happy that I have spoken to you,
flea-bitten !
Seriously, I have already mentioned this urbex's cancer. No need to talk again.
Finally, about my pseudo-selfishness : if you want address, move your ass and look for ! One of the plagues of our time is that people
want all and effortlessly. C'mon...
To return to elitism, the place visited that day was probably the practice at high doses. Although based in open country, residents weren't
farmers' children. On the contrary, high society ridded temporarily off their progeny here.
As proof, just to see the advanced equipment (for the time, means) and courses. Another indicator which shows that the institution was not
frequented by slobs, the majestic chapel and stained glass. At this time, they didn't mix apples and oranges...
Huge Art Deco complex built during the inter-war period, it replaces a smaller building built in the 19th century.
The end happens with the new millennium, and since, nobody in endless corridors except a few photographers. Miraculously enough, the site
is relatively well preserved.
Walk in the maze with D-Kryptage Urbain and Kaptage.
Addendum
The site is finally in rehabilitation, so it's no longer a place to explore, or for the stupidest of you, it's no longer a place to
vandalize. So thank you for leaving this place and the people who work there in peace.
Legal action will be taken against those who cannot respect the numerous prohibition signs all around the site.
So a word to the wise...
Let's start with the kitchen and the mesmerizing paving.
A recurring appearance of the place : false ceilings have often fallen, but this is the only significant degradation.
The institute has many local specialized courses.
Here, a first lab.
A second lab.
And a third.
The last classroom still equipped with its benches.
One of the two gyms.
The beautiful staircase of the central hall.
Almost the only ornament a little work : ramp's foot of the central stairs.
The rest of rooms (except the chapel) is very simply decorated, if at all.
A beautiful stairs, typical of the architecture.
The second gym, probably a former theater.
This room serves as base for the chapel.
A long corridor.
NB - I love these chandeliers.
The sacrosanct forgotten chair.
The entrance to the chapel.
It's big and beautiful.
>Tags and other silly inscriptions will be forgotten.
The all-seeing eye !
Curiously (or not...), some dices have been inserted in a stained glass.
To the heights.
The chapel from the tribune.
The top of the ridge turret.
Discretion guaranteed !
This gives a good view of the building's size.
The spiral staircase of the ridge turret.
One aspect of the attic : in perfect condition.
To lower floors.
NB - I love those chandeliers. I don't know if I've said.
This one is for Lost WC & bathroom.
See you later.
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