and why the roundabout “sailing tank”?

And we dare to talk to you this morning about roundabouts. They are so familiar to us today. It is the great urbanistic invention of the end of the twentieth century. The last spasm of the glorious thirty. There are sober ones. Simply round. With lawn. And then there are those that have become city entrance monuments in Béarn and Bigorre. There is the Navarrenx salmon, the vines on the Gan roundabout. More industrious, the propeller of the Rondpoint de Bordes-Assat, for Safran. Or Bidos’ landing gear, for Messier. More historic, the equestrian statue of Marshal Foch in Tarbes. More artistic the gentleman world in Mourenx. More esoteric, and a bit creepy I personally find, that of the Porte d’Aspe in Gurmençon on the road to Somport. But if we’re telling you about it this morning, it’s because there’s something new since Tuesday evening: the mayor of Tarbes inaugurated it. It’s an airplane. A Daher. We asked, a little mischievous: is this in tune with the ecological spirit, Mr. Mayor? Gérard Trémège, just as mischievous, replied: “it no longer pollutes since it no longer flies”. Gérard Trémège did not dare speak of the sand yachting roundabout…