“It hides within the folds of the landscape, yet for those who know how to look, it reveals itself everywhere. A discreet village, neither quite perched nor truly rooted in the plain, but suspended somewhere in between. It stands at the edge of a ravine while nestling against the side of a hill, round and solid like a small bump upon a brow. A village with blurred outlines and shifting forms, its geography and geometry forever changing, as though caught between vertigo and shelter. The Revermont promises wonders beyond imagining…