We had breakfast, baguette and home made jams, together in the little kitchen, us and Karen and the guardians Marcel and Therese (and I think Phil got another serve of Marcel's views on Algeria and Arabs). Karen was only going to Vauvert, so we said our farewells.
Walking out of St Gilles, we saw a number of signs for the local running of the bulls, and big 'bull proof' barriers., and the little bull ring.
For one reason or another I did not take many pictures this day. This is a shame as the countryside is quite pretty - perhaps I was just worn out since the day was very hot, and turned out to be long (according to the book over 31kms and by my pedometer 28kms - and I've always thought it under-reports on flat terrain). I can distinctly remember finding some shade in the little playground outside our gite in Gallargues, just to try to cool down.
The day started overcast but then cleared and became hot. Much of the morning was on very flat terrain by the canal, but by mid morning, once we turned towards Vauvert we entered hilly country with a mix of almond orchards, vineyards ans some cattle and sheep. Delightful country.
Phillipe beside the canal du Bas- Rhone.
We had our lunch in Vauvert among the bustle of the folk packing up their market stalls. Phil had a chat with one vendor who was boasting about how much more he made doing this than in his old salaried job. He bought sausage in Spain, cheaply, and sold it at various of these markets in different towns..
It was decidedly warm in the afternoon. We could see a distinctive jagged mountain off to our right and it became a sort of marker of our progress, and when to turn off. We crossed a few busy roads and that canal near the edge of Cadognan. We zigzaged over few kilometres before definitely heading towards a town on a hill that we guessed had to be Gallargues. By chance we took a road that led to the end of Rue Marcel Dublet where we found our gite.
Gallargues le-Montueux - the little market.
The 'halle' is just around the corner from our gite - and much more attractive!
The gite is in a former childcare centre or pre-school and quite basic. The bathroom had minimal changes from its childcare days; the sinks were at pre-school level. Still it had a decent kitchen and we prepared our dinner there. There is an epicerie just around the corner and we got supplies for a vegetarian pasta.
A memorable feature of the gite was that there must be a music teacher sharing the same building. From our arrival around 3pm until after 9:00 we could hear the incessant sound of drums.
Gallargues: this is the restored hospital of St Jacques, used by medieval pelerins. It is just up a narrow street from the halles.
Gallargues is in the department of Gard and in the first foothills encountered after the flat country in and around the Camargue.
Health check
The day was hot and my feet were feeling it - a few sore spots and a little 'hot foot'. My jet-lag was manageable. Phil's feet seemed a bit worse, but he got various aid from the pharmacie including Compeed, and the problems seemed to settle.
Walking out of St Gilles, we saw a number of signs for the local running of the bulls, and big 'bull proof' barriers., and the little bull ring.
For one reason or another I did not take many pictures this day. This is a shame as the countryside is quite pretty - perhaps I was just worn out since the day was very hot, and turned out to be long (according to the book over 31kms and by my pedometer 28kms - and I've always thought it under-reports on flat terrain). I can distinctly remember finding some shade in the little playground outside our gite in Gallargues, just to try to cool down.
The day started overcast but then cleared and became hot. Much of the morning was on very flat terrain by the canal, but by mid morning, once we turned towards Vauvert we entered hilly country with a mix of almond orchards, vineyards ans some cattle and sheep. Delightful country.
Phillipe beside the canal du Bas- Rhone.
We had our lunch in Vauvert among the bustle of the folk packing up their market stalls. Phil had a chat with one vendor who was boasting about how much more he made doing this than in his old salaried job. He bought sausage in Spain, cheaply, and sold it at various of these markets in different towns..
It was decidedly warm in the afternoon. We could see a distinctive jagged mountain off to our right and it became a sort of marker of our progress, and when to turn off. We crossed a few busy roads and that canal near the edge of Cadognan. We zigzaged over few kilometres before definitely heading towards a town on a hill that we guessed had to be Gallargues. By chance we took a road that led to the end of Rue Marcel Dublet where we found our gite.
Gallargues le-Montueux - the little market.
The 'halle' is just around the corner from our gite - and much more attractive!
The gite is in a former childcare centre or pre-school and quite basic. The bathroom had minimal changes from its childcare days; the sinks were at pre-school level. Still it had a decent kitchen and we prepared our dinner there. There is an epicerie just around the corner and we got supplies for a vegetarian pasta.
A memorable feature of the gite was that there must be a music teacher sharing the same building. From our arrival around 3pm until after 9:00 we could hear the incessant sound of drums.
Gallargues: this is the restored hospital of St Jacques, used by medieval pelerins. It is just up a narrow street from the halles.
Gallargues is in the department of Gard and in the first foothills encountered after the flat country in and around the Camargue.
Health check
The day was hot and my feet were feeling it - a few sore spots and a little 'hot foot'. My jet-lag was manageable. Phil's feet seemed a bit worse, but he got various aid from the pharmacie including Compeed, and the problems seemed to settle.
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