Maison Rouf-Rouf

To return to urbex, it was necessary we gone to a spot with a name... how to say... ridiculous. After asking D-Kryptage Urbain and Kaptage if the name was not a joke, the justification of such a name appeared when we left : a plate with "Rouf Rouf" written on it. Another name would have been equally valid : "House of Pulmonary Infection" (see below).

Yet the visit almost did not happen. Just arrived on site, we have observed bitterly that the Gustaaf syndrome was still well and truly virulent. Indeed, a queue was already at the entrance of the house. From the moment there are more explorers than rooms in the house (dixit D-Kryptage Urbain), let's wait outdoor with patience. And as I do not like walkabouts...
As be a reason, urban exploration will now be like going to a supermarket butcher : you take a ticket and kindly waits your turn. Or as in amusement parks, before boarding the main attraction.
In this regard : the owners of abandoned places would be really pleasant if they could provide something to make the wait more enjoyable. No unnecessary luxury however. A leather sofa and a few fresh drinks are widely enough for me. Thanks in advance.

What to say except the house is richly furnished, nice to see, where the archaic is close of modern and also very... stinky. A delicate aroma of dead rat smelled all parts of the house. I still prefer the smell of guano.

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

Maison Rouf-Rouf

 

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March 2014

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