*Tact’ils, a walking act, one man, silent, poetical, burlesque and touching…
With his unstiched suit, gawkish but well dressed, Mister, around 50, alone, sensitive, is looking with his fingertips for a moment of happiness to share.
He is also looking for the way, his dog and his sweetheart. The one who will only have eyes for him.
He has in his hands your destiny, his white stick and his bunch of flowers. Floral art is what he has found best to say thank you, hello and who are you.
Indeed, you might find him distracted or clumsy, but he is above all an adventurer. A concrete cosmonaut.
Under his magnifier, the world of the little ones fascinates him.