We walked across the road into the little seaside town of Saintes-Maries this morning. I thought it was a lovely place with its low white washed houses and narrow streets – Guy, however decided that it was more like an upmarket Skeg! Certainly smelt better though, lots of paella cooking and that garlicky butter aroma that makes you want to sit down at the nearest table!
Guy paid €3 to go up on the church roof for ‘the best view of the Camargue’ – complete waste of money 🤣
In the church, there was a crypt which held a strange plastic looking statue of Sarah, patron saint of the Romanies. She was bedecked in what looked like all the cheapest, glittery remnants of fabric off the local market – just weird!
We moved further along the coast to Aigues Mortes. Built as a fortress port, its walls and towers seem to be completely intact – much more exciting in Guy’s book! There were several gateways in to the old town in the centre – it was lovely, but far too busy for us today so we beat a hasty retreat.
We could pay €22 to stay in the dusty car park for the night or move on; we moved on.
Following the coast as much as possible, we came through La Grande Motte. A resort built in the sixties and made to look as futuristic as possible. It hasn’t aged well!
Eventually, we’ve ended up in a little marina at Frontignan. It’s lovely and peaceful but we both have the strange feeling we’ve been here before. As we’ve spent most of our hols in the Languedoc region, it’s quite possible but with memories like sieves there’s no way we’ll ever know!
