Police station

Not bad, cell two is quite comfortable I slept like a baby, the Breton cakes, a nugget, the orange juice much less a little too acidic for my taste. Cell one, pretty mediocre the last time I was there, the gall took hold.

Since confinement, I have to call the police station for nightly noise, either from the upstairs neighbor, or from Brazilians who believe they are at home. The answers are always the same: We have no vehicles available, where our colleagues will pass as soon as they are equipped and nothing. I will call back several hours later, our colleagues did not have time, a lot of interventions. Worse, they tell me why you don't call the 17th, so they'll write us notes. Impossible to lodge a complaint also against the neighbor upstairs, because for them it is civil. Where then you wait for hours and hours, because between each person they tell their lives, laughs. Once I arrived at 5 pm for a complaint at 11 pm I still hadn't come by, even though there was no one before me. Avoid if possible. The Lilacs have 4 towns to manage, but that's no reason

Not very welcoming 🤣🤣😂

As Charles-Joseph de Ligne said "The police must be a mother", this is the case in this exceptional establishment, wonderfully kept where one is received as at home, thanks to a wonderful and welcoming staff, and a code of ethics to make IGPN proud.

I call in the course of the work, and the agent hangs up my nose several times it is a shame. In addition at the end of the second time he starts to laugh after hanging me in the nose. She is beautiful the French police, after they will cry that we do not like them.