This late summer, we invite you to read aloud The Death of The Moth (1942), a collection of texts in which Virginia Woolf interprets reality through the contemplation of nature and dream visions.

"Moths that fly by day are not properly to be called moths; they do not excite that pleasant sense of dark autumn nights and ivy-blossom which the commonest yellow-underwing asleep in the shadow of the curtain never fails to rouse in us. They are hybrid creatures, neither gay like butterflies nor somber like their own species. Nevertheless the present specimen, with his narrow hay-colored wings, fringed with a tassel of the same color, seemed to be content with life."*

The bird observatory at Nérac Ponds is accessible by foot in a ten-minute walk from the parking area suggested here.

By reservation at m.gamboa@cracalsace.com. Contact: +33 (0)6.18.87.63.00.

* Woolf, Virginia, The Death of the Moth, London: The Hogarth Press, 1942.