Two days after I arrived in Port Camargue, Daniel & I took Black Dolores out sailing again, to what will probably be my last time sailing this boat in open sea. We were joined by Virginie, who spent her childhood & teenage years between Takai (Claude's boat) & Mowgli (Black Dolores' original name). Her first visit to the boat, the night before, ended in tears (of joy, I guess), but on this day of sailing, she just had a constant smile on her face, holding the tiller & sailing the boat again (or actually, any boat), for the first time in 17 years.
Daniel, on the other hand, did not feel the need to take the wheel. He just ran up & down the deck, checking his boat's condition, straining the stays & enjoying the way his old love was still flying on the sea.
& me? For me, it was the first time in a long time I was actually sailing like I remember sailing with my father – going with the wind, no need for destination, just letting Black Dolores make love with the water.
Here are some pictures of my first few days in Port Camargue:
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