Horseback Riding in the Camargue – Part Deux

by MPI Traveler on June 11, 2013

The Camargue is one of the wildest (and most sparsely populated) regions of France. It’s hard to believe that the great metropolises of Marseille, Montpellier and Nîmes are just a few miles away. It’s so barren that much of the area has been devoted to the Parc Naturel Régional de Camargue, home to over 500 species of native and migratory birds. Bored of the boars, Jacques takes us back to his hotel, Le Mas de Peint, and shows us around his estate. The beautiful 17th-century farmhouse, where he was born and has spent his entire life, has been converted into an eight-bedroom hotel under the direction of Jacques’s wife, Lucille, a former architect. So impressive is the kitchen that even Gordon Ramsay might cease his swearing for a minute if he saw it. Across the courtyard is a huge sheep barn, now converted into a 750-square-metre dining-hall cum meeting-room; big enough for two tennis courts end to end. In an adjoining room, Jacques has displayed framed photos of his family in traditional Camarguais dress. One by one he proudly points out the offspring he has sired. This cowboy has sons and daughters ranging from their 20s to their 50s. I ask him if there’s something special in the water in these parts. He just winks at me.


Breeding is also fundamental to the next person I meet in the Camargue. Jean-Christophe Briffaud, park ranger in the Parc Naturel Régional de Camargue, is in charge of all the birds nesting in his park. With binoculars the size of anti-aircraft guns, he points out various species feeding, swimming and swooping down on the water. But there’s only one species I want to see: the pink flamingos. These gangly animals stand knee-deep in the marshes, searching in the mud for the crustaceans that give their feathers that special hue. Stationary, they look fairly awkward and uncoordinated. But as soon as you get too close they break into flight, flapping their huge wings furiously, in unison, and tip-toeing fast across the surface of the water in what looks like an impossible attempt to beat gravity. Once in full flight they look majestic, with their necks stretched out front and legs tucked aerodynamically behind. Remember the opening credits to that 1980s show Miami Vice? With the Camargue marshes as a backdrop and these splendid flamingos flying across the horizon, you could almost be in the Florida Everglades.

Between 7,000 and 8,000 baby flamingos are born here every year. That afternoon I drive to one of the few towns within the Camargue – Les Saintes-Maries de la Mer. Locals here say the area has three seasons: sun, wind and mosquitoes. The day I visit it’s the season of wind. What feels like a force-eight gale is blowing in off the Mediterranean and buffeting me against the tiny bungalows that line the streets here. No wonder this is the spot where, a few years ago, the world speed record for windsurfing was set. For respite I shelter in the beautiful old medieval church in the middle of town. Every year, towards the end of May, this building becomes a mecca for Europe’s Romany gypsies. According to an old Provençal legend, in biblical times the patron saint of gypsies, Sarah (along with Mary Magdalene, Mary Jacob and Mary Salome), fled the Holy Land in a tiny boat and ended up making landfall here, near the mouth of the River Rhône. Hence the name ‘Les Saintes-Maries de la Mer’. In the 1400s locals dug up what they believed were the remains of these saints. Romany gypsies (or gitans) have been making the annual pilgrimage here ever since, often as many as 12,000. With their caravans and traditional gypsy clothing, they dance and play music in the streets, carrying a statue of Sarah. Quite a party. That night I stay in a beautiful hotel on the outskirts of Les Saintes-Maries called Les Arnelles. With working stables attached, it features rooms built on huge pontoons across the lagoons. As the sun goes down, electric lights blink on, all along the pontoons, and the image of the hotel is reflected in the water. Being April it’s still the season of wind. In just a few weeks locals will be experiencing the other two harsh seasons of Les Saintes-Maries: sun and mosquitoes.


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