5:57 p.m., Bookshop du Camée, Saint-André des Arts street, Paris 6. This library of arts and techniques is a filled with books. Françoise, the bookseller accepts that I dance there. She attends my daily dance on the doorstep and says to me: “Oh, I understand what you are doing, you’re dancing in dialogue with the place, you adapt to it! I’ve been here 35 years, I know the space by heart. You have sunk into the place. And I know that you can’t stretch your legs here. ”

Yes, that’s it, my dance is environmental. The place dances me.