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Last night, I physically understood what a magical place the theater was. I already knew this ...

Dear Jean-François (I would like to call you only by your first name because even if ...

In her column, Estelle-Sarah Bulle talks about a writing workshop that she led and about the ...

In the fairy tale that I am reading to my son every evening at the moment, ...

Last week, at the cinema, I rewatched for the umpteenth time with as much emotion as ...

The heatwave had emptied the usually bustling streets of the city center. The thirty-eight degrees of ...

Dear “very old lady” who wrote to me from your “very old house” inhabited by a ...

I didn't do much during the holidays. I didn't leave my suburbs. I haven't made any ...

In her column, Estelle-Sarah Bulle returns to the link that writers maintain with the translators of ...

“When you understood, really understood, that you were going to die, astronomy is the only consolation. ...