The trail of wild iron Jean Lautrey is a genius with his hands: ceramics, wood structures, mechanical inventions, robots, cast iron, nothing seems impossible for him. Since 1998, he has accented a wooded path surronding the Festival with 'strange little whims". Version française

On a former path of the park invaded by brambles, the essential has been revealed. One passes across a real trellis of twisted and rusted iron twigs with intertwined plants.
The remains of a door composed of iron twigs is the first to be encountered ; a chestnut tree's branches are tangled up with the remains of the grill.
Impossible to understand the origin of this assemblage. Honeysuckle grows here, brambles and even a rambling rose are gone in search of light.
The second stage of this promenade, which becomes a voyage of initiation, is the encounter with a sort of hollow stump out of which two or three trees grow. Above a terrace in a single piece of redwood - not very big, just enough for one person. A small metal footbri-dge gives unassuring access. Yet from above, what a splendid view of the chateau !
The third stage is a small rusty bridge which crosses a ravine. On seeing the remains of the slings which hang like falling leaves, one supposes that perhaps once there was a suspended bridge. The itinerary now obliges a passage through a tunnel. Once again, twigs of iron, this time twisted into an arch and covered with entangled plants.
The fifth encounter is with a small amphitheatre of greenery and sheets of grating. Facing southward, one can take a rest before climbing towards the exit.