July 5th

Sorry for the delay, but as we say, I have been sans internet. As a consolation, I have a  French joke:
"Why did the French chef kill himself?
Because he lost le Huile d'Olive!"
If you're not laughing, check your pronunciation.

Anyway, the above is Cathy having our usual coffee and pain au raison in St Gilles, on the way to the Camargue

Cathy asked me to put this in, Anne, for the biscuit?

A very unprepossessing boulangerie, but breakfast was lovely.

Sussing the market in St Gilles

We didn't eat these. Animal, vegetable or mineral?

Flat peaches. What will they think of next?

Some cigonnes (aka storks) nesting along the road.

We came to the Bac de Sauvage, but in a typical French fashion, the ferry driver was having lunch from 1200 to 1330 heures.

So we waited, and had lunch in the car.

Also waiting were some equestrians ......

.... and we were the last car allowed on the ferry with our four-footed friends following us. 

I felt like singing that old song "hooray for ......., hooray at last. Hooray for ....., he's a ... etc."

Part of the beach at Stes Maries de la Mer .....

.... which is a very clean beach.

Our hotel.

They seem a little preoccupied with 'animal manifestations' in Stes Maries.

A passing Bassett, seeking to manifest himself.

The Med.