Come in! Come in!

Take a seat, open your eyes, breathe in, smell, touch... Let your senses take over. Would you like to know a little more about Atelier Renard? 

Are your ears wide open? Let me tell you. Everything. Or almost everything. First of all: it took a lot of work to get here. 

Let's go back in time. 

In order to understand, we need to return in the 1940s. That epoch was not much fun, we all know it. But it didn't seem to affect the imagination, talent and determination of Joseph Renard.  

Joseph was a clever man, the first saddler and leather craftsman compagnon in the Tour de France. He was authentic, pure. And he had golden fingers. 

I heard that he started in a maid's room facing the square. He was so good with leather that customers started lining on the stairs to order bags! 

It was not long before he moved downstairs and settled in this workshop as if it had been waiting for him. And the magic happened. 

The talent of Joseph and his son Jean-Pierre, the atmosphere of the courtyard 3, Place du Palais Bourbon. 

The story really began there, when the scent of leather intertwined with that of camellias, rhododendrons and jasmines in the courtyard. 

A few years later, what had to happen happened.
Brigitte Montaut walked through the big blue door and, just like a famous character and his magic potion, she fell into it.
She loved everything: the charming place, the companions, the smells of leather, glue and wax, the noises, the tools... And the silence of the courtyard.

QED. A new page could open. 

The first notable change was the name. Atelier replaced Jean Pierre. Welcome Atelier Renard. The rest followed. Changing without altering. A subtle process... 

Make this workshop the temple of luxury. Ambitious... 

Design, create, share, exist, hide, travel, export, explore, receive. Bring all these words to life, without pretension but in respect of a know-how carried by golden fingers. 

To be continued ... "I " will tell you next time who "I" am.