This ain't no flyover country

I woke up hungry after my measly dinner and fortunately, Amy did too having recovered from the mussels episode. Our host Emmanuel, told us we could leave whenever we want because he did not have anyone coming in behind us. So, Amy did some research and found a place called Coffee Yox Yukon—not a name you would expect in a city that dates back to forever. The food was Americanized French; we both had egg burgers. I changed it up this morning and had a cortado instead of my us

Of course today dawned somewhat warmer and sunnier than yesterday when we were horseback riding!!! We were quite loathe to leave Brigitte’s. I kept th fire going on all night and smoke has a sweet smell. Brigitte gave me directions for a walk. When I turned left on the dyke, it said “intersite,” which I knew mean no access but she told me to go that way!! I decided if I was challenged inwould just say no français! I didnot see the black bulls, but I picked up some birds on

La Camargue is known for its wild horses, salt flats, and historic cities of Aigues-Mortes and Saintes Maries de le mer. Our AirBNb was smack dab in the middle of the Camargue, but as I mentioned last time, not near any kind of civilization—except horseback riding outfits. The day dawned partly cloud and slightly windy, but Brigitte assured. me it was not going to rain. We just had to go and few kilometers down the road to the stable. We had a brief stop for the shepherd to