Eine Zeit, von der man weiss, dass man so etwas nie mehr erleben wirt

Abstract

The paper is about the author’s one month’s stay at a hotel ”Chevillon”, in an old village south of Paris, Grez-sur-Loing, in 2009. This place has a well-known history going back to the end of the nineteen’s century, offering rooms and studios for artists and writers. An improbable long series of difficulties for the author to get there, followed by encounters with very special personalities, made this month absolutely unlikely – only accidentally, or not?