French counters in India, like a never forgotten poem, send us back to our school years. To these history and geography books to which Pondichery, Karikal and Mahe added the poetic’s fragrance of exotic spices. It was dream and adventure, greatness and childhood music. I rediscovered this music, these dreams, square or panoramic, according to a few black and white images. Thanks, in fact, to this sensitive abstraction of black and white whose grays, being a colored universe, lead us directly to the most perceptible of emotion. And the “Comptoirs Français de l’Inde” continue to exert their beautiful fascination on the part of childhood that has not yet disappeared from us.