Once again this year, magic will be the order of the night along the Bisse.
In the night, the bisse murmurs. A light guides the steps of the spectators. Sounds and stories thread their way through the trees.
Once upon a time, there was a woman, winter in her fingers, shadow on her back. She sewed, as legends are sewn, with threads of gold and light.

By Cie Sans l'Ombre d'un Doute