Illusionism is as old as lies, and lies are as old as the world!
For more than twenty years, this skilful salesman has been exercising his talents on hot, damp or powdery pavements.
This is his usual theatre, between the Quai des Savants and the turkey market. Unconcerned about the sun, unconcerned about the rain, tireless on his feet, he will tell you all about the mysteries of Paris.
The inventor of Persian gunpowder, forgery-proof paper and taffeta for horns, he’ll let you in on his sleight of hand. Wearing his frac, high hat and shining eyes, he will walk towards you with a capable air, pull out his magic wand, pass the nutmeg, draw cards and conceal coins and rings.
Your eyes will stare, your ears will hang open, your mouths will gape, and you will look without seeing! Because the science of the escamotor consists of removing, changing and making disappear without your knowledge.
Let yourself be fascinated by this betting man of bottles, this brigand of the pavement!
