A mountain of salt in Camargues. We wanted to go sledding, but decided that if we wiped out, that would be unpleasant, and that it would also be unpleasant to get fragments of salt-balls in our eyes, so we also refrained from making those.
Les cygnes. Can't believe Saint-Saëns wrote such beautiful music about such mean animals.
When we were driving along the salt farms or whatever they're called, the water was so still that the sky reflected perfectly. I felt like I was in an airplane.
Flamingoes!
A port
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