Chelsea and I went for a drive.
Along the Rhone river between Tarascon and Beaucaire,
Two medieval towns on opposite sides of the Rhone.
Tarascon's Medieval 15th-century Roi Rene's chateau at sunset.
"...From 20th–22nd June each year, Beaucaire celebrates the myth of the Drac. The townsfolk bring the monster to life in the form of a long procession, which snakes through the town led by a swarm of children carrying Chinese-type lanterns. According to folklore, the Drac monster is invisible to humans and is capable of changing shape at will. He is usually, however, depicted as a large, fearsome, winged sea-serpent. The story goes that in 1250 he abducted a lavender seller and took her beneath the waters to raise his son. When she was released at the end of seven years, the young woman was endowed with a strange power: the ability to recognise the Drac with one of her eyes."
Chelsea and I did not see the Drac, nor its hiding place, but as the water golden with the setting sun, ah certainly the Drac's tail was wagging underneath.
Photo by Chelsea
While along the river bank, freezing cold, I wished I had worn gloves. I thought of foregoing the sunset, and hinting for a cozy cafe for a cup of hot chocolate. But Chelsea and I were on a mission, taking photos of the castle, the Rhone reflecting the setting sun. Or at least that was the goal.
The last shot.
The die hard daughter capturing the last ray of light.