Roadside restaurants take a break under the eye of photographer Guillaume Blot

Checkered napkins, white and burgundy, folded on the plate. Floral tablecloths. Jars of Amora Dijon mustard and Maille mayonnaise. Jars of pickles. A pitcher of red wine. Cafeteria chairs with red metal frames and white backs. One of them says "Camille," with a heart. A quart of white wine on the terrace. A pizza, cheese, tomatoes, classic. A peanut dispenser. A beautiful sauerkraut with its drawn face, smile and sausage eyes, potato nose. A tuna rice salad. A half-pint of beer. Tomatoes with their white vinaigrette. Or the dessert platter, with yogurt, clafoutis, crème caramel. I don't know about you, but at this list, there it is, we're hungry and we really want to sit down for an andouillette gratin. With people, women, men, waiters, dishwashers, cooks, workers, drivers, eaters, happy, nostalgic, with smiling faces and sometimes weathered by life.

Since 2018, freelance photographer Guillaume Blot, who works for numerous newspapers including Libération , has been traveling the French departmental and national roads to photograph the routiers, these restaurants anchored in the mythology of the tarmac. After thousands and thousands of kilometers each summer in his "Blotmobile", the nickname he gives to his car, his work is the subject of a book, which is coming out this month, soberly entitled Restos routiers (1). Inspired by the British