Between my work and my passion to do nothing and to walk far in order to do nothing, I have to find some space and time for Hippocrates and my mémoire about the Hippocratic skin. Neither Paris nor Versailles offer me good enough possibilities to concentrate on writing. Even at home it has become difficult since the last october: I’m not alone even here.
That is why my fields and the quiet beauty of the Vexin français’ park turned into a perfect work-room where I can stay four hours long without suffering from noise, people and desire to make a break…
How to survive in Paris 