On the coastal road, we stop for the bivouac. A nice ridge runs for a few kilometres, 50 meters height at it most.

Nice breeze, no one around except a small fisherman house. The man offers us to bring us back lobsters for breakfast. We are welcome to stay.

Grabbing my wing while Nadège is sunbathing, I go up there for a flight out of time, out of space, playing with the birds that have never seen such a flying companion.

Far away I see our past and future road drawing it line in the arid desert.