Léon Panckoucke is enjoying the scenery of the Plougastel peninsula framed by the crystal clear waters of the Iroise Sea, on a sunny afternoon in 1958. Lying on a blanket spread on the thick grass, he is getting ready for a relaxing afternoon nap.
In his hand is his small bag of hop which he slips under his head. The slight smile on his face suggests that, at that very moment, all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds.
Lulled by the soothing coolness of a summer Atlantic breeze filled with the fragrances of wild strawberries, raspberries, violet and hop, he closes his eyes. His thoughts roam freely over the waves.