Was this narrow lane always destined to be swallowed by the city? Here we stand before Sente à Bigot, a mere whisper of old Aubervilliers. This unassuming path, tucked away in the 19th arrondissement, holds a secret. Once a humble country lane, Sente à Bigot predates the bustling streets of modern Paris. Imagine farmers guiding their carts along this dusty track, the air filled with the scent of hay and the sound of hooves on packed earth. In 1810, a certain Madame Demars, boasting ownership of land here, mentioned “Sente à Bigot” in her marriage contract. Intriguingly, the mayors of Aubervilliers at the time were members of the Demars family. The name, shrouded in mystery, likely refers to an earlier landowner, a certain Mr. Bigot, whose presence lingered long after he was gone. Today, Sente à Bigot ends abruptly, a hidden cul-de-sac in the shadow of the city. It serves as a quiet testament to a time when fields and farms defined this landscape, a hidden thread connecting us to the rural heart of Paris.
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