Today we embraced all the nature that the Carmargue region could offer. We started with trying to take photographs caravans battling against the sand and the wild, wild wind. We tucked our cameras away when as the caravaners seemed to be sporting less and less clothes until it was clear that we had wandered onto the nudist part of the encampment. All we could ponder was that sand and wind and chaffing. Eek, we were struggling to keep sand off our cameras, so the thought of abandoning clothes seemed most alarming.
Next we were lured by the improbable rosy pink hued rice fields of Salins de Giraud. It seems unfeasible but the sea really is pink, that's my sort of sea.