A small village cinema-theatre, now without a roof and with only a few rows of wooden seats left behind. Once filled with voices, laughter and the glow of the screen, it now opens directly onto the sky nature’s most ambitious renovation project. The old seats remain lined up in patient silence, still facing a stage that has long since lost its audience. No tickets, no programme, no encore just peeling walls, scattered debris and a rather exclusive screening of time, decay and the occasional shaft of sunlight.
