It was impossible for Valda to do what her stepfather asked.

He was French and the idea of arranged marriages came naturally to him. But she was not and the thought of being wed to a man she did not love -- did not even know -- repulsed her.

"But Valda," her stepfather cautioned, "you have never chosen a gown without help. Do you really imagine that you are capable of choosing wisely the man to whom you will be married for the rest of your life?"

Valda would show him just how capable she was. She would run away -- with the help of the gypsies camped on her stepfather's estate. She would choose a life of her own -- a life of independence, adventure and love.

While living with gypsies, she earn a living with a camera, taking pictures of the wild white horses. In Camargue, she meet Roydon, an Englishman. Could this be the beginning of love?