~ Books of poetry, in French, by Heather Dohollau, a new discovery and a new project, quite a long story already, of which more perhaps later. But why the knife, you may ask? Because these books are exquisite artefacts in themselves - even if the lettering on the spine does go the wrong way, never can get used to that - they are handmade with uncut pages. Should one cut them all at once, or as one goes along? That is the question.
~ It's more chilly than it has been, and rather nice to put on warmer clothes and close the French windows for the evening.