It is said that the hare sleeps with open eyes. Indeed: have you ever seen a hare close its eyes?
It jumps, the hare. It flies, the hare. But the hare also rests. The hare is tired. Of flying, of jumping. Four beds, divided into two rooms, a balcony overlooking the magnificent mountain.
He rests, the hare, and closes his eyes, of course, when he is tired.
Do you want a coffee, hare? Or do you prefer the Genepì?