Day 164

Camargue National Park.

We checked out and drove down to Camargue National Park. Who would have ever thought that in the south of France there would be a mass of wet lands full of pink flamingos, black bulls and white horses. We saw all 3 at some point during our drive.

Black bulls were in paddocks like this all along the road, we stopped and so did 'safari' tour operators, Camargue, France.

Black bulls were in paddocks like this all along the road, we stopped and so did ‘safari’ tour operators, Camargue, France.

There were thousands of white horses, most in paddocks but many waiting for riders, like these, Camargue.

There were thousands of white horses, most in paddocks but many waiting for riders, like these, Camargue.

It was amazing and very vast. There were also fields of sunflowers and many rice growing fields.

Pink flamingoes in the marshes in Camargue, France.

Pink flamingos in the marshes in Camargue, France.

We got to the end of the road at a place called Saintes Maries de la Mer.

Is this supposed to be in France? It looks very Spanish.

There are plenty of signs for cowboys and bull fighting on the way into town. The white hacienda style farm buildings with cowboy quarters line the drive in. Then on the coast there is the bull ring adjacent to the beach.

Amazing!

We parked the car and walked through the old town. It is just a pretty little town defying what you would perceive to be in France. We then witnessed some live Spanish dancing and music in the town square.

Spanish entertainment in the main square, Saintes Maries de lar Mer, Camargue.

Spanish entertainment in the main square, Saintes Maries de lar Mer, Camargue.

 

Grabbed a nice feed at one of the corner stores, which mind you had some French but mostly Spanish food for sale with huge paellas in every window, and sat in the square just enjoying the atmosphere.

 

 

Then went into the little church across the square, which as per all of Europe really old and amazing for this place. Also learnt a bit about the bull fighting done in the south of France. It is more like a choreographed show were the matador has to get the little bits of rope off the bulls horns. So no bull gets hurt, we actually missed this show due to the Chinese consular visit in Arles the day before. It could be like comparing WWE with UFC.

Unfortunately there was no show and we had to get on the road on to our next destination. Perpignan just East of the French Spanish Boarder.

We got to Perpignan with no accommodation booked and just found the first budget hotel we could find. We were all pretty tired and still mindful of Spring’s condition and so grabbed a quick feed at another Pizza food truck on the side of the road and settled in early for the night to allow the girls another movie night.

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