10 July 2015
«We gather when the product is perfect.
To reach the pantry, vegetables cross no more than 200 metres.
My kitchen will never be the same here, with this garden, at La Chassagnette.
This "malice" garden forced me to accept this moment.
And yet, waht it promises me is never really held a season to another, a harvest to another ;
the garden changes, never the same, nor quite another.»