Plein fer

Jean is standing still ... A twenty five meter pitch of fine sand unrolls before him ... The whiteness of the sand sparkles in the night.... The bowl he holds in his left hand is engraved with his father's name, Antoine Turini. Twenty years have gone by since he discovered his father hanging in the same quarry. Twenty five meters of pitch ... As if each meter represented a year of his life... A bowls pitch... Provençale. A sport where the beauty and fluidity of the "three steps to toss” are not enough to win a point...