Ivry is a funny place. One minute it’s about brutalist architecture.
The next you stumble upon a mini rose garden on a piece of wasteland and poetry is overwhelming.
A few hundred yards further you feel like you are looking at the leaflet of some modernist architect.
And a couple of streets further you look at puddles and start dreaming about the past, architecture and the beauty of life. No matter what, Ivry is a very interesting place.