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And the voyage to the next place at Saintes Maries de la Mer is
done in around two hours. By boat we have to cross the Little Rhone.
Again the Camping Place is next to the little River Rhone flowing in the sea.
The old church has only very tiny windows. The gipsies adore a black Madonna,
called Sarah. Two couples got married in the church and leave in coaches with
white horses. Time to celebrate and to remember the sentence: Holidays are Holy
Days.
But on the Camping Place falls again such an awful rain all
night long. The bikes fall on the ground, the water is soon some
centimetres high on the slippery street. We have a fitful night. Inside
the window gather pearls of water and inside the car. In the morning I fix the bikes behind the car in bath trousers, run before the car through deep water, because Mimamai is afraid, that the car can't move out of the floods, have a hot shower, and we leave Saintes Marie de la Mer without damage. |
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