The blue Hour. Parisians who get up – very – early know it, without necessarily naming it: it is the hour before sunrise, during which the sky turns blue and the birds sing a lot. “They communicate,” says Fernand Deroussen, 58, an audio-naturalist composer for thirty years. After having traveled the globe, he criss-crosses Paris, from the Montmartre hill to the Bois de Boulogne and Vincennes, headphones on and a micro-parable in hand, to record the song of 70 nesting species and 250 observables, during periods of migrations.

He is one of the six enthusiasts that directors Jérémie Gentais and Brieuc Segalen have chosen to follow to show another capital, rural and poetic, and incidentally to offer a different model of life, far from the image of the Parisian eternally in a hurry.

Nicolas Davy was thus inspired by his childhood spent on Île Saint-Germain, south of Boulogne-Billancourt – a place to discover! – to get into wildlife photography. Here he delivers some secrets for getting the right shot of a rabbit, a squirrel or a mother falcon feeding her young at the Château de Vincennes, encouraged by his followers on Instagram and Facebook – with the secret hope of encouraging urbanites to respect the nature that surrounds them a little more.

At the edge of the Ourcq canal, Aurélien Fiaux, founder of Naturlish Academy, and Camille Reicher, fishing guide instructor, also have an educational vocation. Disgusted with regularly getting out of the water on scooters or bicycles (including one covered in leeches), they lead workshops with schoolchildren to teach them how to fish for a roach, a pike but also, more difficult, to be patient.

Nature, a second chance

As for Masami-Charlotte Lavault and Nadine Lahoud, nature is a second chance for them. A former industrial designer, the former set up the Plein Air flower farm in Belleville (20th) following a call for projects from the city. Former employee of the large distribution, the second founded Veni Verdi, an association creating gardens. We find her on the roofs of the Henri-Matisse or Flora-Tristan colleges, singing the tomatoes and declaiming the strawberries with a very local banter: “I ate some strawberries! »

Behind the humour, there is the conviction to offer these children the possibility of finding their place, whether they are scientists, poets, handymen. Which is not always the case in class. A fair return, since it was thanks to one of them that Nadine Lahoud got started, after he told her, seeing her picking butter beans: “I didn’t know it grew like fries. ” We had to do something !