A long story links
us to the river, we, the bridges of Autricum, under which the
water flows, and thanks to our arches crossing the river, we
lead the merchants into the very heart of the city just like
the boatmen do .
And you, passer-by, you whose steps
glide you towards the "tertre aux putains", passing
by the night beauties in their richly-coloured clothes, you
now approach me. Do you know who I am? I take my last name from
the Minimes friars, whose convent was established here. Over
the years, I was named the Pont de Pontceau, from the mill nearby,
the Pont des Arches or even the Pont des Casernes... From the
parish of Saint André which looks down on me, I saw a
succession of men of all river related crafts, carders and dyers,
textile, cloth and felt makers as well as wool washers, I am
at the heart of the cloth and weaving district. My stone arches
first span the river in 1553 and they now call me the "Pont
des Minimes."