Today we moved from our little house in old St. Remy to a new apartment in Collioure. This involved a rainy, windy drive across the bottom of France, hugging the Mediterranean shore from Provence to near the Spanish border. Not a day of great sights or experiences. Now we are resettled in Catalan France.
Our next to last day in St. Remy we returned to the Camargue. It’s difficult to believe anyone can ever get too much of flamingos, but I’m sure some of you are wondering if that is possible. Just to show that there are other critters in the Camargue:
The two of us love to watch the flamingos and I’ll bet you’ve never seen a flamingo feeding frenzy.
Last night we ventured onto the streets of St. Remy to see the Tour de Ville, a 50 kilometer bicycle race that involves 40 laps of the ring road around the old village. The race began at 8:00 PM, so was totally in the dark. It took a little over a minute per lap, so we got to see the riders often and eventually the field strung out so someone was always coming by. There was a great deal of shouting and hand waving. I may even have seen an upraised middle finger or two. In the end the race finished, but there were no upraised arms in victory. Everyone just kept on spinning around the village again.
And so we bid goodbye to St. Remy and our wonderful hostess, Delphine. Her house was a great place for us and our friends to become part of village life. We made several friends during our stay and hope to see them again, either in St. Remy or if they visit us in Seattle.
Next post: Collioure.