The Camargue is my refuge. This asylum which, having seen me being born, made me the gardian that I am. This memory of a world, I want to defend it with my life. A commitment that goes far beyond the idea of tradition alone: because to defend the Camargue is also, in a contemporary society ruled by urgency and doubt, to ask the question of global biodiversity and a positive and reasoned ecology for all. 

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For that reason, I wish my ‘’Toros du Vaccares’’ to be a sanctuary. An itinerant sanctuary that, as a kind of compromise between our hopes and our illusions, would celebrate our most precious asset: our ability to be and think our life, our loves and our death.

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These bull heads – our bulls! – are the reaper looking us straight in the eye, the ideal of a life that escapes us in the rising waters. These heads are the love of all the mornings in the world, the sound of our laughter in our mother’s arms.

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In the reflections of their liberated souls, I am reborn – I, the condemned Man. 

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