I went to Scotland with friends.
Three years ago I went back with my wife and daughter.
It was really what I was looking for. When I go to Scotland
I feel like I'm coming home. That's where I can feel at home:
the landscape, the weather, a certain athmosphere. And that has
nothing to do with ghosts and castles. It's just the climate,
the landscape. It 's not too much and not too little,
it's very attractive. Once I saw a picture of Scotland,
in which you can see a mountain on whose foot stands a small house,
completely lost in the landscape. That is my ideal. I once told myself:
if I have enough money, I'll buy such a house there,
in such a deserted corner of the world. These abandoned places appeal
to me. Or exactly the contrary: the heart of a big city.
Saint-Brieuc, where I moved to, was alas a compromise between the two.
Rennes, where I live now, becomes me more.