"Back at home, in his very own little castle nested at the foot of the mountains, in between olive trees and Barbary figs, he was about to go to bed in his star-gazing room. He had drilled a hole at the top of his pretty room’s door, then set his bed just across it, so that he could fall asleep contemplating the summits of the Atlas Mountains and the starry sky he was beginning to know perfectly."
Les Golinouilles - De l'autre côté de la Ville Rouge - Christine Claude