My favourites were tucked away in a marina. Suddenly there were flatpack upright flying buttresses worthy of the Notre Dame (well alright not really). I thought they may act as windbreakers but in another world you could use them to move home by just flying there, holiday flat and all.
It was June when I saw this place so the school holidays had not started. People go on holiday in mass as of mid to late July and the media talks of nothing but the black weekends, meaning very heavy irritated holiday traffic.
In June, during the week all these extraordinary places are empty, so you can just wonder about and look and gasp. Somehow there even seemed to be less mosquitos than the rest of the Camargue.
