Posted by: Stevie D | October 25, 2012

The Camargue.

There are many reasons for staying at a particular campsite. Sometimes it’s because it’s close to something you want to see. Sometimes it’s because the sites’ facilities are especially good. When Jayney and I arrived at Camping La Roquette at Chateaurenard, it was initially because it was one of an ever decreasing number that was still open so late in the year. Also, it was within striking distance of Avignon and, more importantly, the Camargue national park. But this isn’t why we enjoyed our stay so much, or why we stayed so long. That was down to the friendliness and helpfulness of the owners, Henri and Chantal, for whom nothing was too much trouble, especially smiling. Thanks go to them.

The morning after our arrival dawned warm and sunny(as usual) so Jayney and I took a walk into Chateaurenard to check out the town.

Chateaurenard, like many French towns, has an old castle at its heart.

Sunday morning and the market hits town. Stalls selling everything from clothes and shoes to local cheeses and these delicious oysters. Yum Yum.

We also spent a day in the ancient town of Avignon. As a child of course, I’d learned the famous song about the bridge so had to ‘put a face to the name’ so to speak.

Le Pont d’Avignon is only a part of a pont, as most of it has been washed away over the years.

Avignon is blessed with some of the most complete ancient city walls in Europe.

We had had a brief visit to the Camargue many years ago when touring the south of France on the bike, and we both wanted a return visit.

The Camargue is an area on the south coast of France where the horse still rules. Its famous white horses are everywhere and are still used by the local cowboys, or gardians, for ranching duties. Tourists can also take their turn on these beautiful creatures.

There are two main routes across the Camargue. Firstly we took the westerly road to Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer.

What is it with women and horses? Jayney had the camera as we rode and when I looked, 80% of the photos were horsey.

Riding down main street in the Camargues largest town, Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer.

Western lifestyle rules in the local shops which sell saddles, stetsons and these little beauties.

We also took the road to the eastern side of the park to the town of Salin-de-Giraud and beyond. This part of the park is much less visited and Salin-de-Giraud had, to me, the feel of a town at the end of the road to nowhere. Indeed, when you ride past Salin, you travel through huge areas of salt pans and marshy mudflats until the road fizzles out at the sea. These marshlands are some of Europes most important reserves for waders and other seabirds and make for a dramatically different days riding.

Looking across the marshes past grazing Flamingos, with massive piles of salt in the distance.

One of the main reasons for making the trip was to ride the different road.Riding in the Camargue fits that bill perfectly.

The Camargue, and Provence in general,is a lovely place to visit. One of our favorite parts of France.

 

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Responses

  1. Thanks for cool post! I always like to read about bikers stories.

    • Thanks for that man. Without people like you, it would be a waste of time writing ’em.Interesting site you have yourself too. πŸ™‚

      • Thanks! Besides the biker apparel, we try to provide more tips for bikers, since we ride bikes daily and learn from mistakes. πŸ™‚ Keep up the good posts rolling in!

  2. Awesome read and pictures as always my friend. Have to keep you and Jayney on the road indefinitely, so I have great stuff to read! Thanks for taking me along the ride. BikerMonkey

  3. Not too long to go now BM. Don’t know how it’ll be to go home.

  4. My thoughts are similar to BikerMonkey. It’ll be sad for a lot of us when you go home!
    Great pics and stories once again! And tell Jayney I thought the horses were beautiful! πŸ™‚

  5. I’ll tell her Shadowrun. In reality, I thought they were too, but it was the sound of her ‘Ahhh’ing on the back as we passed by that tickled me. πŸ™‚


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