There is something incredibly captivating
about the way that autumn light filters through French villages, filling the
crisp air with long shadows and speckled sunshine. Despite its name,
Aigues-Mortes (dead waters) is no exception. This fortified town in
the Petite Camargue in the south of
France was once the port from where the seventh and eighth crusades were
launched. I had the privilege of savouring oysters, bull steak (a speciality of
the Camargue) and crème brulee at a little bistro just off the main square.
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