I knew them from 1976 to 1995 when I finally migrated to our Central Mountains and Auvergne. They were a tremendous experience. They were able to make music speak and laugh and they moved Carmen, the opera, of course, dumb ass! Picmuche and Poupinou were for me the perfect extraterrestrial neighborly pair if not a couple of clowns. Now that Gilles Defacques is gone, are they still going to wait for the coming of some God? Probably because clowns always stick to their antics. And they have, had, and will always have plenty of tricks in their pockets, and if not in their pockets probably in their shoes, socks, but beware the hats: they always hide some deadly weapons of general laughter there, laughing louse that is ready to jump onto you just like fleas on a famished dog.