On August 20, 2002, I leave Le Puy-en-Velay with a backpack and a hammock, to walk 250 km to Saint-Jean-du-Gard, following in the footsteps of the travel writer R. L. Stevenson. An adventure narrative under the starry sky, paced by bivouacs, at the edge of a modernity whose aspects, seen from the paths of reality, reveal all their futility.
A return to the essential, to authentic sensations: contemplation, freedom, but also fatigue, pain,...