I took this photo last October, on Halloween, in the castle garden of Marshal Rochambeau, the same man who had fought for the independence of the United States alongside George Washington in 1781. There were, of course, pumpkins everywhere and I had to photograph them for a local newspaper.
At one point, I turned away from the crowd and pumpkins and I walked along the river, running through the castle park, to find myself before this amazing and peaceful scene of a beautiful white and lonely cow drinking; himself reflected in the water of the river. His calf a few days old frolicking on the left but hardly noticeable.
I love the river called the Loir. Unlike its big brother, the Loire, it is very discreet and you really take pains to know it well.
The Loire is wild and sometimes dangerous, and the small Loir is quiet. The Loir, located just down from my home, borders a place we call 'the Green Island' where the poet Pierre de Ronsard wanted to be buried.
And this is where we live.