North of the rocky Côte Vermeille the coast changes character completely: flat, sandy, backed by wide lagoons where the land can't decide if it's sea or shore. We came through Leucate as the weather was turning, which is the best thing that can happen to a place like this.
The lagoon was still and reed-fringed, all soft greys. Then the marina at Port-Leucate, where the storm stacked up behind the apartment blocks and broke to a single bright gap over the boats. A working harbour needs a sky like that to look like anything at all.
The modern church came last, its white cross catching the last clear light before the rain. Base ISO the whole way; the drama was all in the cloud.