This is one of the oldest stationery in Quebec. Founded in 1851 by a american businessman, the company is composed of a half-dozen buildings on a fifteen hectares site. Saying that the site is large is an understatement, not only because it has a...
It is in 2004 that the old factory Belding Corticelli has been shut down. Since then, it has been abandoned and floors has been waved at the mercy of weather that infiltrate by the roof and windows. Long time ago, there has been manufactured elastic and laces here. The building has been sold in September 2012 to developers who want to transform the plant into a complex of 38 rooms. They also talk about reception rooms, an art gallery, creation spaces for artisans and a restaurant.
The work must begin in spring 2013 and must be completed a year later. And it's a huge projet, I can confirm. While the ground floor was partially burned, the upper floors shows their eight years of neglect: the leaky roof, fungi that grow here and there, the waves in the floors and the mountains of snow inside. In short, the list is long.
However, at the back of the factory there is a place that will make a beautiful terrace, right next to the Coaticook Gorge and the old dam.
This is one of the oldest stationery in Quebec. Founded in 1851 by a american businessman, the company is composed of a half-dozen buildings on a fifteen hectares site. Saying that the site is large is an understatement, not only because it has a...
From the outside, there is no indication that the plant is abandoned. No window is doomed and there is no "for sale" sign. Even the structure of the building is still in very good condition. I myself had doubts when I heard about it for the first...
For several times I passed by this little factory located in an old industrial area in the Eastern Townships, but I never been inside. Each time, I wondered if it was still active or abandoned. I must say that several tiles were broken, but I was...
When I was a kid, I often traveled with my parents and my brothers in Los Santos, the village where I was born. Each time when we approached, my father used to say: "Beware, I will give a penny to the first one who will see the smoke of the plant...