THE ROOM IN THE EAVES
After two turns of the key, I gently push open the door to satisfy my curiosity and impatience. I feel like I’m entering the private space of those who have used this room before me. And very quickly, like them, I make myself at home. I stay holed up there for several hours, to get the feel of the place.
Lying on the bed, I lose myself in the clouds that fly over my head and brush against the Paris rooftops with a light weakness, just as you would lightly touch someone’s beautiful silky skin with the back of your hand.
Residence Henri IV
May 2006
