In October, he had just celebrated his seventy years. On 24 December, after a short illness that had not lasted for one month and an operation at risk that left him without illusions, Jean JACQUART died at the Hôtel-Geu de Paris, his home city. Because Jean JACQUART, this historian of the countryside, this familiarity with rural life, this devastating and bavard skirt, who, like a farmer, knew to be able to reach the most humble, both to walk through astonishments and to...