Le Grau-du-Roi was our second stop after la Grande-Motte and it looked much like the coastal towns of France that we are used to. Beautiful local architecture, seafood restaurants, typical beaches and tasty ice-cream – this is a good promise of any trip.

I want to remember this place and its wind full of sand. It was impossible to be seated straight without receiving a heavy cloud of sticky sharp particles in the eyes, so we chose to lay down and let the send make a thin layer on our naked bodies. We went to a nudist beach, because once we tried it in Landes two years ago, coming back to regular beaches seems like a torture. That was a beautiful afternoon and a beautiful night, in our van close to the dunes.

Several of the most iconic views of Camargue come from Aigues-Mortes and its salt errr… factory. A curious mix between an ancient wall with impressive stone gates, a surreal scenery of pink salt and flamingos flying over and a totally industrial vibe of an actual factory including the machinery, trucks, workers, safety posters and ugly pink vests for tourists that totally ruin the pictures.

Taking bicycles was an excellent idea, thus we could take the longest itinerary without burning down under the merciless sun. If you wonder where the pink vests are, I confess – for some pictures we chose to take a risk of expulsion and eternal ban from the site, but this story had a happy ending.

A fun fact: while our van Robbie was waiting on the parking of Aigues-Morte, someone tried to break in and failed. I would love to call it another happy ending if two months later, this time just near our house in Toulouse, the robbers hadn’t managed to break the locking system (already damaged by the failed try in Camargue) and hadn’t stolen our mobile refrigerator. So, along with beautiful memories of flamingos and stuff I always think of those anonymous bastards.