The first thing I do when I arrive in a region I don't know is to go to the market to learn about the local culture. Here, I had to travel about 40 kilometers to find one. So I changed my mind, and I set to work, to investigate, to talk with the local people to understand the history of the territory. A name often came up in the mouths of those I questioned, this word was Intermarché and it stood out as the obvious answer to most of my questions: “It has everything we need, even a ride for the kids. » “We meet there at night to drink drinks in the parking lot. » “That’s all there is here. » “I’m going there to see people. » “She will end up as a cashier at Inter. » The supermarket seemed in the eyes of many residents to be the “cultural center” of the region, the center of attraction for all, as in the past, the village square. People meet there to chat like in the old days after mass. The Super U replaced the church and the cashier, the priest. I look at the Facebook page of this Intermarché, it has 3,000 subscribers, even though it is located in a town of 1,800 inhabitants. […]