Don’t look like a line

“Ok, in a while I’ll let you step inside, but please do not look like a line!” ordered us the girl guarding the temporary closed access to the installation. We had succeeded persuading her to let us in, but she did not want other people to join. Immediately we all scattered around, a Japanese lady took some food out of her canvas bag, we sat down on the roadside-like grass in that landscape of industrial premises and Burger Kings. We turned into an unlikely “déjeuner sur l’herbe”, without nudes, but all possessed by high expectations. We just loved that “Do not look like a line!”