Chapter 7
The Wood
The workshop is eight hundred square metres under a steel roof frame, and the first thing you take in there is not the noise: it is the smell.
— Oak, signs Yanis. And a bit of beech at the back. Beech smells of soup.
He shows her round in the order of the work, which is the only way to understand a workshop.
First the stock, in stacks separated by battens so that the air can circulate. He takes out a board, stands it on edge, closes one eye and looks along the grain.
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