HIS LANDSCAPE

The exoduses of city dwellers towards the suburbs on Sunday will begin and this brings back a touching memory...

Stéphane Mallarmé loved the forest of Fontainebleau and spent enchanted months in Valvins, where he lived in an old bargemen's inn... But he suffered a lot to see, every Sunday, "his" landscape invaded by walkers who came to eat on the grass and sowed greasy paper and rubbish everywhere.... So, on Monday morning, very early, the great poet took a basket and, collecting papers and cans of sardines, he cleaned his dear landscape...