I didn't think I would say this one day, but I hope that this old prison will soon be closed once and for all by the authorities. When I see the fauna that hangs out there, I fear that this place of memory will soon be totally disfigured.
Built at the end of the 18th century on the ruins of a fortress, the prison will be an inhuman place from its opening.
Built on a swamp, totally isolated and far from people, its architecture and its spatial organization testify to its brutality.
For cellular wings, no architectural research will brighten up the place. Everything there is purely and harshly functional. Designed for
270 inmates, the prison will have 4 floors of 20 cells, spread over several wings. The cells are 1.80m/5.9ft by 1.20m/4.2ft, which is to
say that it is very very very small. Of course, no sanitary or heating and almost no natural light. As a window, a tiny opening placed too
high brings a pale light to the cell.
The entire site will experience a tumultuous life and will see its buildings reassigned, transformed, destroyed or rebuilt relentlessly.
From the original prison, the complex will in turn become a military hospital, a reception center for beggars, a military barracks, and a
military prison and military school, to be finally and gradually abandoned from 1974.
In 2002, the prison was completely abandoned and it was not known at that time what would become of this terrible witness to the past.
A vast reconversion project is underway and will consist in giving a more human face to the site : reconstruction of several wings and reallocation
to housing and entrepreneurship, while keeping a cellular wing in one juice. I will not comment on the architectural non-quality of the
recent reconstruction... On the other hand, the fact of having left a cellular wing intact allows us to understand that the generations before
lived through a completely different era and that today, complaining about everything should make us ashamed.
Alongside the cells, a large room that served as a prison workshop and classroom when the prison was a military school.
With only one entrance, this beautiful room miraculously survived all of the prison's transformations.
A few rare windows bring too little light to the cellular corridor.
Hell begins here.
In a cell. Without a wide-angle lens, impossible to photograph because it's so cramped.
The sight the inmate had when he left his cell, almost never.
An endless corridor where hope doesn’t exist.
While the living conditions for the detainees were terrifying, the working conditions for the prison officers were just as grueling.
An old extinguisher box, guaranteed period.
At the ends of the wing, vaulted rooms bring a minimum of aesthetics to the place.
There is also a double cell, luxurious compared to the others.
But as soon as you look down the cellular corridor, all humanity suddenly disappears.
2.34m²/25.1sq ft.
Access to the attic.
The roofs aren’t original. They were blown up by the explosion of a nearby factory in 1919.
Let's go back down to the joy of living.
A few rare doors are still present.
Lots of old engravings are everywhere, but it was impossible to search with the assholes screaming all over the prison when we visited.
Solid gates closed the ends of the cellular corridors.
Another vaulted room.
A glimmer of hope ?
Let's get out of here quickly.
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