Les Chevaux |
One thing I just had to do this time, having driven straight past it the last time I was in the south of France, was to explore the Camargue, the vast, salty Rhone River delta.
Salt Mountain in the Camargue |
In the end, its vastness somewhat defeated the capacity of our half day visit (!), but we did manage to visit Aigues-Mortes in the south west, with its astonishing fort and nearby salt mountains, and the unspeakably horrible and touristy Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, which looked like one of those hideous tourist towns on the Spanish coast that fills with pasty poms in the northern summer! It's saving graces included a beautiful soaring church tower and, of course, a view of the Mediterranean on a perfect spring day.
Flamingos of the Camargue |
You can get lucky, and it was a perfect, hot day in Provence with not a cloud in the sky. With my Manfrotto tripod and trusty Canon 550D, we set up camp and were treated to a truly beautiful and spectacular display.
When we could no longer summon the energy to take another snap, we settled in for a gourmet picnic in the beguiling light, drank a fine bottle of Corton Charlemagne and stuffed ourselves with fresh baguette, pate de fois, compte and munster cheeses. Ahh.
However, I'll let the pictures do the talking.
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