Les Sâbabèles

Leaving the calmness of the fountain for the sweet smelling and appealing warmth of the summer in the pasture, you can find the hayloft, which is opposite to “Lu Trô des Rènes”.
The growing hays are making noises in the wind...
Having seen the sunset together with the noise made by the night birds and the roe-deers, the night falls down…
The coolness evades the harvested hays, the rounds of the bats agitates the sky…then suddenly, the night falls down without any noise…
The fireflies, our sâbabèles coming from nowhere, arrive silently and just like in a fiction.
It brings back a little of our childhood and also a little of Peter Pan…
A calmness to be enjoyed and observed,…carp diem…

A stop,
A refuge, so close to modern times, which follows us,
A feeling of friendship, bonding and sharing…