I was born among the woods and fields of Sologne, not far from a village with a population of a thousand, Langon. It was there that my imagination developed for 17 years. As a child, my greatest joy was to watch the arrival of the bookmobile in the courtyard of our school. Later, it was Baudelaire who was by my side during my pastoral reveries.
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