Visions of the Mont St Michel, a magic mountain in shadow

and light, at night, by day, in summer, in winter, non-stop.

Hollow pyramid, Tower of Babel, Heavenly Jerusalem,

gigantic parking lot, Jacob's ladder, the archangel's pied-à-terre,

historic monument, prison, fortress, basilica, alone

on the sand banks, before the tides, in the mists, its flanks

battered by tourists, pointing towards the constellations,

calling out to all the extra-terrestrials...

Visions of the Mont, scrutinised uncompromisingly, passionately,

by Jean-Loup Eve, architect and water-colourist, and

Alain Hervé, who wrote the text. What

emerges is one hell of a holy rock, the

Mont St Michel as never seen before,

familiar, angelic, humorous and sublime.