Une lettre par dimanche soir. Sur le chantier, sur les artisans, sur le jardin. Sur ce qu'on traverse en restaurant un manoir du XIXᵉ après l'incendie. Si ça vous parle, vous pouvez vous inscrire ici.
Aug 2, 2026
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Since the very first Sunday, we have been writing to you by email. It is practical, it is immediate
Jul 26, 2026
A few weeks ago, we asked you a question. We asked you what your madness was, the one that is yours, the one you carry, the one you would go through with if nothing were holding you back.
Jul 19, 2026
On the old plans of the manor, which survived the fire when so much else burned, there is a name that appears everywhere.
Jul 12, 2026
There is something no one ever tells you about disasters. After the fire, after the smoke, after the sleepless night...
Jul 5, 2026
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The 20th of November 2025 was an ordinary Thursday. We were at home in the Haute-Savoie, in the French Alps, five hundred kilometres from the manor.
