Baba Conrad Sarr
“Of the nobility of his aspirations.”
“Ah! How big the world is in the light of the lamps! In the eyes of memory, the world is small!”
It was at the beginning of the 90s that, with the recommendations made by his father, Conrad Sarr set up shop in the small shop on rue Jean Mermoz. There, according to the seasons, he worked, honoring his heritage.
With nobility and humility like his father Babacar, whose first name he will use in homage, Baba shares his know-how and strives with passion.
Rarely has a place been so atypical, because like its owner its virtues are magical, in this veritable barnum created through travels and encounters, shoe lovers follow one another and forget their watches, because here neither distinction of class, ethnicity or religion, we make time pass through good discussions.
It was at the beginning of the 90s that, with the recommendations made by his father, Conrad Sarr set up shop in the small shop on rue Jean Mermoz. There, according to the seasons, he worked, honoring his heritage.
With nobility and humility like his father Babacar, whose first name he will use in homage, Baba shares his know-how and strives with passion.
Rarely has a place been so atypical, because like its owner its virtues are magical, in this veritable barnum created through travels and encounters, shoe lovers follow one another and forget their watches, because here neither distinction of class, ethnicity or religion, we make time pass through good discussions.
1966
