Jérôme Commandeur tries out a few tricks

Place Aristide Briand, 52100 Saint-Dizier

The return of Jérôme Commandeur to the stage does good to my being, to my soul. With his sharp witticisms as fine as blades, he wants to make laugh this France that is rooted in his body, the one that runs in his veins. From his scented Norman forests to the verdant hills of the Loire, passing by the salty beaches of the Atlantic, he carries his audience everywhere on his shoulder. Proudly. Outrageously. Come on kid, I’ll take the wheels off your little bike and watch you take flight, like a seagull wind-blown above Jersey.