It's like under a huge marquee where the century dApulée exposed to sights and where our reality, mythology and magic intersect constantly on the way young Lucius turned the tale of a time in a donkey to rough skin (thankfully dailleurs in terms of adventures that lattendent). Ultimately, a dhistoriettes treat more or less crispy, as the preface of a Jean Louis Bory in top lérudition. A beautiful book that ends with a heartfelt ode to the Mother Deity whose names are multiple and yet the same icing on the cake with a watermark overview of yesteryear initiations.