A mysterious creature
Once upon a time in the Middle Ages, there was a marvellous creature that made the whole of Provence tremble, as much as it amazed it with its panache. The story goes that on fine days, a shadow could be seen hovering over the towns, valleys and mountains, brushing the highest trees with its wingtips and shaking the church bells.
Provence was his playground: mysterious blue footprints, which did not resemble any known animal, sometimes appeared in the meadows or on the beaches. But no one had ever been able to identify their origin. As comfortable in the air as in the water, it is said that the animal could dive and without taking a breath, swim for hours on the bottom of the sea, taunting the ships returning from the Orient. Some spoke of a crest, others claimed to have seen a tail.
The marvellous creature was at the heart of all discussions and legends, giving rise to the most far-fetched tales.