Vaupître, val petrae, the valley of the stone, who knows it better than I do ? I spent my teenage years restoring one of Vaupître's two farms with my family. Farms where you can feel, when you close your eyes, omnipresent, the waters spring from the land, where animal remains can still decorate barn doors nowadays. In this old land of the Morvan, they are similar to the air we breathe, we do not oppose them, they were there long before us.
The stone which gave its name to the valley is famous : the 'Rock Sainte Diétrine', named not after a non-existent saint but for its healing waters' power. Indeed, in the Morvan language, the word "diètre" means "dartres", french for skin diseases. Diétrine is thus the 'dartreuse' raised to the rank of a Saint!
The legend tells of a young girl, Diétrine, chased by a rogue hunter, a youth's predator. The girl implores the stone in her flight to welcome her within its bosom. The stone opens and she slips in as the stone closes behind. Her honour is safe and the place of her confinement becomes a place of healing. The sick come here to be cured, the rock is now a sanctuary. At the beginning of the 20th century women of the neighbouring farms would still take travellers to it.
To bring the rock back to life, to make vibrate the visitors fervors' lights around it, to capture their eyes, such is my desire.