Citroën Garage Bernard Concessionnaire

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as an old delivery driver pulled into the Citroën garage, he noticed something odd—an eerie humming sound seemed to come from beneath the hood of every car, like a distant hum turned up too loud. Curious, he peered under the nearest car and saw nothing but sparkling stars reflected in the oil pan—a trick of the dim light and his tired eyes. Shaking his head with a laugh, he drove off into the night, certain that Parisian garages always had a touch of magic.

2. Late one night, as an old delivery driver pulled into the Citroën garage, he noticed something peculiar. The headlights of his truck seemed to reflect eerily from beneath the hood of every parked car. Curious, he got out and approached a nearby Peugeot. To his surprise, the reflection wasn’t coming from the car—it was his own bald head in the headlights! With a laugh, he realized it was just an optical illusion caused by the angle of the light. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghostly reflections, everyone in town would wink knowingly and say, ‘Ah, must be that old delivery driver visiting the Citroën garage again.’

3. Late one night, as a neighborhood mechanic was closing up shop, he heard a strange noise coming from behind the Citroën garage. ‘Who’s been leaving their engine running?’ he wondered aloud. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw an old delivery driver fiddling with the ignition. 'Mate,' said the mechanic, 'your lights are on, but your engine's off!' The driver sheepishly replied, 'Oh no, I thought it was my own car—same make and model.' They both laughed, and the mechanic waved him away with a smile, saying, 'Welcome back anytime!'

4. Late one night, as a little boy walked home from his grandmother’s house, he noticed something strange outside the Citroën garage. The headlights of an old Citroën were glowing eerily in the dark, and every now and then, it softly hummed like a distant lullaby. Curious, he approached closer until a gruff voice called out from inside: ‘Delivery here!’ Startled, the boy jumped back just as a sleepy-looking neighbor emerged with a package, muttering, ‘That old thing never stops working.’ The boy laughed and ran off, realizing that sometimes even ghostly cars turn out to be just reliable old friends.