The poet's house stopped in Ormonville-la-Petite...

Ormonville-la-Petite, a pretty poetic name, a name that smells like childhood... and it is not surprising that Prévert the poet, and his house, finally stopped there!

Just a few words, so as not to disturb the calm of the place...

You have stopped in front of the church, in a place designed to align our vehicles... and, from there, take this little street that rises between the fields and, after a few minutes that we may wish sunny, because of butterflies, you arrive at home... this house with which Prévert fell in love at 70 years old, and where he will end his life a few years later. The house of the Val... a part of the world from where you can fly to the sea so close...

All around, you will plunge into a preserved garden as soon as Prévert knew it, with its sunflowers, cedar, magnolias, roses, of course, and then these plants with oversized leaves together forming a joyful, colorful, and messy mess.

Inside, you expect Prévert to join you, so much so is he present, through these objects, his works, his collages...

And then, as you walk away, returning to the church, go and say hello to him in the small cemetery decorated with pebbles and flowers...

A few words from Prévert....

Along the way, he will remind you of some scenes from "Les enfants du paradis" or "Quai des brumes", you will say "Remember, Barbara...", and, as you return, you will take a last look at this house that has stopped, at this spring that has greeted you...

« Coming back to earth
we met with
on the railway track
a house that was running away
was fleeing all around the earth
was fleeing all around the sea
was fleeing from winter
who wanted to catch him.
But we on our railway
we started driving
drive behind winter
and we crushed him.
and the house stopped.
and spring greeted us ».

Maison Jacques Prévert
3, Hameau du Val 
Omonville-la-Petite 
50440 La Hague

Tél : 02 33 52 72 38
musee.omonville@manche.fr