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From Aigoual to Mont Lozère, autumn is king in the Cévennes (South France). Period of mushrooms, of the bellowing of deer, of mists, autumn delights the hearts of the melancholy. The underwater autumn is little known to the general public. The trout fishing season is closed and the swimmers and chilly cayoners have returned to their city shells.
What remains is the silence of the mists gliding over the mirror of the streams. At the foot of the Aigoual mountain, the valats mourn the first rains. They swell with water and leaves. They prepare sugar for leaf-grazing caddisflies and prey on wild trout. Trout swim up streams to spawn. They are red excited by close love and merge with the carpets of leaves from the upper Tarnon river to Air de Côte. It’s time to slip under the mirror to discover the ocher harmonies of a summer memory. These are my favorite dives. Those of silence, of discovery of the world of leaves and aquatic loves.
What remains is the silence of the mists gliding over the mirror of the streams. At the foot of the Aigoual mountain, the valats mourn the first rains. They swell with water and leaves. They prepare sugar for leaf-grazing caddisflies and prey on wild trout. Trout swim up streams to spawn. They are red excited by close love and merge with the carpets of leaves from the upper Tarnon river to Air de Côte. It’s time to slip under the mirror to discover the ocher harmonies of a summer memory. These are my favorite dives. Those of silence, of discovery of the world of leaves and aquatic loves.
