MAGIC

As we descend through the cavern, the noise of the world dies down and history comes to life. A beam of light illuminates the walls and his paintings spark a play of shadows. To our right roams a herd of deer. Further on, a ruddy-skinned bison grazes a meadow before it is covered by glacial snow. Over our heads floats a galloping horse and, close by, the trail of a boy chasing a puppy is still intact, along with a group of dancing women. The footprints of early man go through these cavities. Here he discovered the usefulness of symbols. And of colour. And of art. He invented the great stories. With its silences and secrets, the cave is a miracle. This is where it all began.