During the fall of 18, while touring the south of france, my route took me to  a certain mansion de sante  o private madhouse.
l thought the opportunity was good so l decided to go, a friend offered to take me and we went but when we got to he mansion, l had a bad look...
Monsier maillard himself greeted us at the door, he was a gentleman and good looking , my friend introduced me and mentioned that l would like to infecf the mansion. He accepted
When my friend had left , the superintendent accompanied me to a small study, where we struck up a conversation and l asked him about he system  they used to care for patients