A short piece in which Jouty, through the translation by Edward Gauvin, looks at a clearing in a forest at Finges – a clearing evidently untouched by the hand (or the foot) of man, since time immemorial.
It’s not a plateau atop which there is a Lost World of dinosaurs, merely an otherwise unremarkable clearing, and the narrator reflects on it, and the response of those who come to look at it.
Deep people, the French. Moi? I just gave a gallic shrug after reading.
