tamtam

Updated: August 18, 2026

Last night, as we lay under the Japanese roof of Diou-djen-dji, under the thin and ancient wooden roof scorched by a hundred years of sunshine, vibrating at the least sound, like the stretched-out parchment of a tamtam, in the silence which prevails at two o'clock in the morning, we heard overhead a regular wild huntsman's chase passing at full gallop: "Nidzoumi!"

Pierre Loti - Madame Chrysanthème