Camargue and more mountain

Saturday was amazing. I went horseback riding in the famous marshes of Camargue, filled with flamingos and other wild beasts of flight. I saw a real, provencal style bull fight, which is much more humane and much less bloody than the Spanish style. And, I touched the Mediterranean as I ate a picture lunch in the sand.

All in all, the perfect day trip. Absolutely perfect. Look at my picture blog for the pictures.

Today, I climbed Mount Saint Victoire again. Same path, same rocks, but much less scaling and trail confusion. It was a beautiful day, and I'm glad I did it, but it is also the reason I can barely keep my eyes open, and it is only ten o'clock. Goodnight all, I'll provide more details tomorrow.