But we found it. And the clouds parted, bringing us a patch of sunshine.
Port St. Louis is an industrial port, and not particularly charming, especially when you are lost, but finding the water was nice. And I found some pretty little sea shells at the water's edge.
To make things more interesting on the way home, we took a 5-minute ferry ride across the Rhone to Salin-de-Giraud.
The Rhone, from the ferry |
We stopped for café in Le Sambuc, and watched a game of boules in progress.
They bring out the measuring tape to settle which boule is closest |
But then at least 2 guys measure the distances |
I learned something watching these guys: If you don't want to bend over to pick up your boules, you can use a strong magnet on a long band to lift the boule from the ground.
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