# Tag 11 Sainte Marie de la mer

Today there is a market in the port of Le Brusc, right on my doorstep. I will have a look at it before breakfast and also bring some groceries. The market is very small and maybe 20% the size of Sanary.

After breakfast (again in perfect weather on the wall with Liane), we're off. First, I will dispose of the motorhome at the campsite (gray water and toilet) and then it's goodbye...

On one of the roundabouts on the way to the Route National, what shouldn't happen happens. A noise behind me, a look in the rearview mirror, and a VW Polo that thought it could drive alongside me in the second row of the roundabout. Contact at the wheel arch. But that didn't interest him at all, he just kept driving. Shit.

There are clear scratches on the wheel arch cover, but no sheet metal damage. Now I also have a souvenir on the motorhome.

The navigation system takes me through the hinterland, away from the coast. That way, I don't need to drive through Marseille either. It is 200 km to Sainte Marie de la mer, one of the must-visit places for every vagabond with a motorhome in Southern France.

On the way, I discover a gas station at a supermarket that hasn't adjusted the diesel price yet: €1.97.

I'll take that, even though the tank is still half full. The prices at the other gas stations varied between €2.22 and €2.29.

The drive through the Camargue now showed a completely different landscape. The hinterland of Six Fours was still characterized by mountains and roads with serpentine curves. Past the racing track of Castellet, where the Formula 1 Grand Prix of France is also held.

In the mouth of the Rhone, the land is flat, and the landscape is marshy. Here you drive through a lagoon with many lakes and pastures. Where are the white horses and flamingos?

Sainte Marie de la mer at the end of the access road is right on the beach. The place is not big and quickly discovered. It consists of countless cafes, bars, and restaurants along the promenade and side streets. But at this time of year, everything was closed, and there were only a few people on the streets.

Two kilometers outside the town is the huge parking space for motorhomes, 80 spaces, gravel ground, €13 per night, no electricity, no sanitary facilities, but right on the beach.

However, the weather is not suitable for the beach, more like a walk in the wind, and the waves break on the boulders that have been built to protect the beach.

In the town's only supermarket, a small Intermarche, I buy some things for my dinner and prepare my motorhome diner as night falls.

Overnight, the wind picked up and rocked my apartment quite a bit. Maybe I should have cranked out the supports?