When he opened his eyes, the air was thick and grey. He wasn’t in his bedroom anymore. He was standing on a muddy street. The sky was hidden by black smoke rising from giant brick chimneys. A horse-drawn carriage clattered past, making him jump.
First, the ghost led him to a textile factory. Through a grimy window, Léo saw a — a massive, hissing beast of pistons and wheels. “The heart of the revolution,” the ghost whispered. “It replaced water mills.” évaluation révolution industrielle cm2 pdf
“Manchester, 1842,” said a small voice. When he opened his eyes, the air was thick and grey