It is sometimes oddly difficult to write about something that you have loved, that keeps inhabiting you, making you thrill and reflect. Three times now I have tried to write
PROLOGUE J’avais suivi C* le long du canal, talonnant non sans mal le phare accroché à son garde-boue arrière, au bord de l’eau dormante de l’Ourcq, je ne l’avais pas
