Barthes

There is no country but childhoods said Roland Barthes in a lovely text simply entitled The Light of the South West This region that he had chosen from them all Urt on the banks of the Adour the village sheltering his mothers house He would often come here to rediscover his pleasure in writing The pleasure of these mornings in U the sun the house the roses the silence the music the coffee the work the asexual calm a break from aggressions It is here that he now rests in the same grave close to the maternal breast