« Nantes: perhaps, with the exception of Paris, the only city in France where I feel that something worthwhile might happen to me, where certain eyes burn all too brightly for their own sake [ ...] where for me the rhythm of life is not the same as elsewhere, where certain people still nourish a spirit of supreme adventure, Nantes, a city from which friends can still come to me, Nantes, where I loved a park: the Parc de Procé.”

André Breton, Nadja,1928