Proust’s summer: When a bite of cake unlocks a lifetime
One winter day, in a simple cup of tea, a writer rediscovers the past. As soon as the madeleine touches his lips, a wave of sensations overwhelms him: Sundays in Combray, Aunt Léonie’s voice, warm light on the walls, and the buried scents of a lost summer resurface with stunning intensity. This memory, long inaccessible…