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In Nīmes, everything comes from the Spring, from its mysterious god that the Romans called Nemausus. Art and history were born here. The sacred heart of Nīmes for centuries, the origin of the first invasions and of the first monuments, the Spring made the fortunes of drapers from the twelfth century onwards. And although the ornamental pools seem calm, the Spring still flows turbulently in the heart of the legends of Nīmes.
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