"I have never changed names, but the
church to which I owe mine, sadly disappeared after having been
used as a common room to the famous "sans culottes".
It was demolished without a second thoughts. I'm the St Hilaire
bridge, at the crossroads between Paris and Orleans. I lead
travellers, arriving from the south, towards the city, as well
as those arriving from the Beauce plain and its granaries. After
the heavy bombings of the month of August during the war, I
was the only bridge that stayed up along the Eure and I lent
my 800-year old back to the Allied troops for them to cross
the river and liberate the capital. I follow the path leading
to the upper town in front of the Saint-Père Abbey which
was once, one of the richest monasteries in this beautiful town.
The arcs of light of the Saint Pierre Church are still proofs
today of our glorious past".