On the Planches de Deauville, the rumbling of a V8 is still enough to turn all the heads. The strained line of a white cut hit by the number 184, the memories of Francis Lai's credits at the Dadababada, and immediately the images come back: Anouk Aimée, Jean-Louis Trintignant, the beach, the rain, the wait. For many, this Ford Mustang is not only a movie car, it's almost a perfume of an era that goes back at once. Because behind the myth of a ma…
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On the Planches de Deauville, the rumbling of a V8 is still enough to turn all the heads. The strained line of a white cut hit by the number 184, the memories of Francis Lai's credits at the Dadababada, and immediately the images come back: Anouk Aimée, Jean-Louis Trintignant, the beach, the rain, the wait. For many, this Ford Mustang is not only a movie car, it's almost a perfume of an era that goes back at once. Because behind the myth of a ma…