May 2025 – DJmotortouring

Saint Raphael (Provence-Alpes-Cote d’Azur), France

Esterel Caravaning proved an excellent and enjoyable campsite in terms of facilities and nearby places to visit. The town of Saint Raphael, however, was to be our last trip from the campsite this year. It was almost time to move on into Italy.

Saint Raphael was never on my radar as a place to visit but it is now. It is a sizeable, lively seaside town (perhaps the largest in the Var Department) and it offers most everything you would expect of a decent French resort on the Cote d’Azur: a wonderful climate; a wild rocky coastline (especially the Esterel) with magnificent beaches and a beautiful turquoise sea; colour and culture; style and elegance; glitz and glamour; history and monuments; world famous food and restaurants; festivals and fetes and; of course, close proximity to plenty of other exciting resorts on the Riviera (e.g. Antibes, Cannes, Menton, Monaco and Saint Tropez to name but a few).

We parked up at the Convention Centre adjacent to the Port de Santa Lucia at the east end of the town (Nice one, Park4Night!). The Port de Santa Lucia is Saint Raphael’s second port and more of a marina really for recreational boats (the original old port is to the west of the town) but; it has a fair range of shops and restaurants and from there it is just a short palm tree lined walk to the old town.

We didn’t get far walking the ‘marina’ before being seduced by a smart little fish restaurant right on the water’s edge, the ‘A La Maree’ restaurant. We were spoilt for choice by so many interesting fish dishes. It took a while to choose but I opted for a mixed shellfish entree from the restaurant’s ‘La Mer sur un Plateau’ menu. The dish was out of this world and included two different oysters, being 3 Fines de Claires no4 and 3 Creuses de Bretagne no2. The latter, when washed down with a good Sancerre were perfect. Vanya was equally pleased with her dish; one of the day’s specials, a duo of St Jacques et Gambas a la Provencale. There was a wide range of desserts to choose from and we both selected the highly recommended Soufflet au Grand Marnier. We had seen another customer order one and it looked great. Moreover, the restaurant claimed it as “notre specialite depuis 30 ans”. The souffle itself was without fault but there was such a strong taste of Grand Marnier, Vanya couldn’t finish hers and I’m certain I must have screwed my eyes up at least twice. Having said that, I’ll not let a surfeit of alcohol cloud my judgement, we enjoyed an exceptionally good lunch in a wonderful setting and then; it was time to explore Saint Raphael.

Just waiting for coffee now and a liqueur courtesy of A La Maree.

We ambled in the direction of the old town centre along what the Italians call a lungomare (which proves we’re in Italy now and I’m almost two weeks behind with the blog) but which in Saint Raphael is known as the Promenade des Bains. This promenade leads from the ‘marina’, past the town’s primary beach (the Plage de Vaillant) to the Jardin Bonaparte (and the nearby Ferris Wheel) and then on to the town’s Old Port on Le Pedegal River. By the way, the Pedegal separates Saint Raphael from Frejus.

The Plage de La Vaillant is a fine beach (one of many on the Cote d’Azur) but, to my mind, the best parts of the Promenade des Bains are the Jardin Bonaparte (a pleasant well designed English landscape garden which serves too as an area for outdoor concerts and shows) and, most especially, the Old Port. This is the original harbour where Napoleon landed upon his return from Egypt and, later, where he embarked from to take up his (temporary) exile on the Isle of Elbe. The Old Port is also the place to watch a local sport known as ‘Provencal Water Jousting’. This sport takes place between late May and early September and entails two opponents, each on their own boat, jousting (with shield and lance) from a platform mounted at the stern of the boat until one is tipped into the water.

From the park and the port it is easy to find the old town. We simply turned inland and headed towards the 19th century Basilica de Notre Dame; it’s dome easily visible from the shoreline. The full name of the church is the Basilica de Notre Dame de la Victoire de Lapente and it is one beautiful church inside and outside. It’s built of pink sandstone which I thought was quarried from the Esterel but, no, it seems the sandstone was actually brought from Provence. And the origin of the church’s name? It was named ‘de la Victoire de Lepante’ in recognition of the huge naval battle in 1571 (the last major battle between galleys) which saw a Christian fleet soundly defeat an Ottoman fleet. That’s the Battle of Lepanto to us Brits and it was the battle in which a young Miguel de Cervantes (he who wrote about “The Ingenious Gentleman Don Quixote of La Mancha”) lost his hand.

Basilica de Notre Dame from the Old Port

From the Basilica we headed into the narrow well shaded streets and alleys of the old town (or old quarter as it is more often termed in Saint Raphael)…

… and came across a former 7th century church, the presbytery of which houses the Musee Archeologique de Saint Raphael. You’ll rarely see me in a museum unless it’s raining but I’d have entered this one, were it open, just for the views from it’s 13th century medieval tower (the San Rafeu Tower). It supposedly offers one of the finest 360 degree views in Saint Raphael.

On the way back to the Van we passed another museum (the Louis de Funes Museum) which showcases the life and career of France’s greatest comic, Louis de Funes. He died in 1983 and yet he is still recognised as France’s greatest ever comic. He was ranked No.1 in the country’s box office figures for the best part of 20 years.

We enjoyed our brief visit to Saint Raphael town. I think there’s more to the old town than we actually saw and I would very much like to experience the town at night. Yes, Saint Raphael is a little touristy but that is to be expected on the Cote d’Azur.

The French Riviera has no shortage of beautiful places to visit and Saint Raphael is deservedly included amongst them. We stayed 7 days at the excellent Esterel Caravaning campsite and enjoyed chilling by the pool, wandering the Esterel Forest and taking day trips out to various places along the Riviera. I’d do it all again. I think also that, next time, I will make a point of walking part of the Sentier Littoral around Saint Raphael. I was advised the stretch from the Port of Santa Lucia to the Fournas Cove is a ‘must’ but there’s also Maubois Cove and, further along the coast (past Agay), is the Ile d’Or from Cap Dramont. We simply have to return (next year).

Port Grimaud (Provence-Alpes-Cote d’Azur), France

Another trip out in the Van from Esterel took us 30 miles or so back along the coast to Port Grimaud (yet another Venice of Provence, I hear you say). Vanya visited the place many years ago while on a cruise around the Med. I’d not been there before. It proved a really pleasant outing. We arrived out of season but most places in the village were open and we were very well received by the locals wherever we went. As an example, it was raining as we arrived and we looked to a small cafe for coffee and croissants until the rain ceased. The cafe wasn’t really open at the time and only serving coffee but; we were welcomed inside with Nala and Beanie and told that we could buy food at a nearby store and eat it in the restaurant if we so wished. We did just that and stayed until the rain stopped.

Port Grimaud was conceived by the architect (and sailor) Francois Spoerry in the 1960’s and is not to be confused with the old village of Grimaud up in the nearby hills. Building on reclaimed marshland Spoerry set about creating a small harbour town. More than that he designed a town where every seaman could park his vessel in front of his home. And that is exactly how it is. More than 2,000 homes were built (1,100 of which are detached villas) and each house has it’s own mooring. These mostly very pretty colourful houses (terracottas, creams and pinks seem to be the order of the day) are spread across 12 different islands and connected by no less than 14 bridges. There are more than 7 kilometres of waterways and 2 kilometres of quayside. It’s not hard to understand why it is called the Venice of Provence and I am certain it has a greater claim to that title than Martigues (much as I like Martigues).

Take a look yourself…

Of course the village has become a tourist attraction with more than half a million people visiting every year. Much of it is out of bounds to tourists but security was lax while we were there and we were able to go wherever we wanted. One particular island is very much a designated tourist area with it’s shops, restaurants, bars and even a church, the Eglise de Saint Francois d’Assise de Port Grimaud. The church serves more as a viewing platform (for it’s views over the village) than a house of prayer. No one entered the church while I was there and that’s a shame because, despite it’s simplicity, it is an impressive place. There are a couple of features within the church which stand out. First are the stained glass windows which reflect the movement of the sun throughout the day. I’ve never seen anything quite like them before. Second, Spoerry is interred in the church. His tomb is plain to see.

A few photos of the Eglise de Saint Francois d’Assise and a couple from it’s roof…

One thing I learned only after leaving Port Grimaud is that Francois Spoerry commissioned various Trompe L’Oeil to be painted on the walls around the village. I wrote about Trompe d’Oeil in some detail earlier during this tour when we were in Sainte-Marie La Mere. It is French for ‘Trick of the Eye’ and they are life sized murals which look real from a distance. Oh dear, to have missed them in Port Grimaud. There are other features of the village that I overlooked. Spoerry’s own house for starters – He designed it himself and it looks more like a castle tower than anything but, amongst other things, it has a swimming pool which is half inside and half outside. There’s also a pebble mosaic in the covered shopping arcade on the Place du Marche which I would have liked to have seen – Apparently more than 200,000 pebbles were used in the making of this mosaic. I suspect there is a great deal more about Port Grimaud that I would have enjoyed had I seen it. I’d definitely return for another look especially out of season such as now.

Trompe de L’Oiel in Port Grimaux. Not my photos…

The weather improved greatly during our visit and we were able to sit outside a restaurant bar for a glass of wine or two and Vanya even found time to take one of the boat tours around the different islands that make up the village. I should have done the same, if only for the photo opportunities. I think we’ll be back.

Agay (Provence-Alpes-Cote d’Azur), France

Outside the holiday season Agay is a quiet little village and coastal resort next to Saint Raphael in the Var Department of the Cote d’Azur. More precisely, it is located in Agay Bay, between Cap Dramont to the west and the Pointe de la Baumette lighthouse to the east. The village is in a quite exceptional setting, sitting as it does in a roadstead (i.e a bay which is wider and deeper than it’s opening to the sea) and is completely backed by the red rock mountains of the Esterel Massif. Little wonder it has been described as a ‘Jewel of the Cote d’Azur’.

The resort was recommended as a pleasant place to visit and I decided to walk there. It’s a 3 mile walk from Esterel Camping but it’s an easy 3 miles along a cycle path which follows first the Avenue des Golfs and then the Avenue du Gratadis and leads directly to the beach front.

Once there, I walked the length and breadth of the village and; I can tell you Agay is not the most exciting of places. It’s more a place to relax although it does have a tidy little marina and three fine sandy beaches and can offer much in the way of water sports. The marina is at the western end of the village at the mouth of the Agay River. Alongside it is the tiny Maobi Beach, most if not all of which seems to belong to the hotel of the same name. To the east of Maobi Beach is the village’s principal beach, the Plage d’Agay, which is backed by a string of small shops, bars and restaurants. Finally, at the very eastern end of Agay is my favourite beach, the small but beautiful Plage de la Baumette. I started my visit by walking the length of the three beaches until I reached the lighthouse (now privately owned, I think) at Pointe de la Baumette and then returned to take a cold beer at one of the bars behind the Plage d’Agay. It was in the bar that I started reading up on the village and learned, amongst other things, that the famous French author Guy de Maupassant was one of numerous authors who regularly visited Agay.

Looking west along the Plage d’Agay towards the marina

The view across the bay from a point above the Plage de la Baumette

I did stumble across one interesting feature during my walk along the beaches. In a small recreation park behind the campsite which separates the Plage d’Agay from the Plage de la Baumette is a small war memorial. It serves to honour a U.S bomber crew whose Liberator was shot down by German Flak and crashed into the bay while on a mission in 1944. Four of the crew parachuted to safety (and captivity) but the remaining six men were killed. The wreckage of the bomber lay undiscovered in Agay Bay at a depth of just 42 metres until 1984. Finding that memorial made for a very sobering moment; this beautiful, tranquil little bay is the last place that you would think could be touched by war or… so I thought. While reading up on Agay over the aforesaid beer, I also discovered that much of the village was destroyed during WWII both by the occupying German troops and by allied bombing in preparation for the invasion of Provence. Indeed, there used to be a medieval castle in the village which was totally obliterated.

obiter dicta: The memorial incorrectly identifies the Liberator heavy bomber as ‘Ophelia Bumps’ when in fact the plane was named ‘Miss I Hope’. This error is pointed out on a nearby plaque.

I enjoyed my stroll to, from and around Agay (I covered almost 9 miles in total) but I do wish I had focused more on the surrounding topography and less on the village’s war history whilst drinking my beer. If I had, I would have learned that Agay is also a gateway to the Esterel and my subsequent hike up the Pic du cap Roux (see the blog on Esterel) could have been accomplished in half the time.

Bargemon & Figanieres (Provence-Alpes-Cote d’Azur)

It is perhaps ironic that the first sortie from our campsite in the Cote d’Azur should take us back into Provence.

We were talking to one of the owners of our campsite and he recommended we try the wines at Chateau Roubine in Lorgues, about 25 miles west of Saint Raphael. That suited me because I had read about and was keen to visit the picturesque medieval village of Bargemon which is about 20 miles north west of St Raphael. I figured we could visit both Bargemon and Lorgues by driving a small isosceles triangle from Saint Raphael (going 20 miles north west to Bargemon by way of Callas; 20 miles south west from Bargemon to Lourges by way of Callas and Figieres and; 25 miles east from Lourges back to Saint Raphael on the E80 road). It would amount to about 3 hours driving in total because most of the roads in that part of the world are slow but we’d get to see both towns and sample a couple of half decent wines.

Vanya got this view of Bargemon on the road from Callas

Oh that it had worked out this way but most everything went slightly awry as we entered Bargemon and a catalogue of events followed which saw this best laid plan of mice and men crumble. We set off in good time and made our way up through Callas to Bargemon and even got to entering the town and within 400 metres of the aire that I was aiming for (on Route de Seillans). And then? We encountered a traffic jam involving a bloody big coach, our Van and three cars. We came in on the Avenue du Colonel Manhes and got as far as the fountain in the town centre when we met the coach coming in the opposite direction. The morons driving the three cars contrived to block both the coach’s road forward and any chance I had of reversing the Van. The only obvious way to untangle the ensuing mess was for me to turn left after the fountain on to Avenue Francois Maurel, such that the coach could make progress along my side of the Avenue du Colonel Manhes. The coach driver appreciated the situation and I turned left, thus freeing the bus. Part two of the plan was that, as soon as I could turn the Van around, I would return back along Avenue Francois Maurel and continue on my way along the Avenue Colonel Manhes to the aire on the Route de Seillans. It wasn’t to be.

Bargemon Fountain. Ave Colonel Manhes runs from right to left. I was coming from the right. The coach was to the left of this photo and needed to pass me but we were both blocked in.

This is the entrance to Ave Francois Mourel. I had to turn left here such that the coach could get by. All other routes were blocked to the coach driver and me.

There was nowhere I could turn the Van around on the Avenue Francois Maurel and I had to just kept going higher and higher on switchback roads which became increasingly narrow until we found ourselves on the Route de Broves and heading for the Verdon Gorge. Vanya wasn’t happy about that prospect and neither was she happy about my returning to Bargemon along the switchbacks. Talk about being caught between a rock and a half place.

I’d have been happy with the Verdon Gorge but Vanya wasn’t.

Okay, so I eventually found a turn which would take me down a narrow road (unless I met something coming in the opposite direction) to the little village of Montferrat and then; on to the small town of Figanieres and what Vanya would call ‘proper roads that will get us home’. I think by ‘home’ she meant Saint Raphael but; she was very stressed and it could have been Brighton she was referring to. She’s never been good with heights and the switchbacks were really upsetting her.

We made it safely to Monferrat. We met no other traffic on the way. And then, I made a mistake. I suggested that, since we had missed out on Bargemon, we should stop in Montferrat and chill for a bit. Before Vanya could comment, I had turned off the Route de Castellane (for it was that which we were on) and headed straight into another traffic jam. Some workmen were digging up the road. Traffic on the other side of the roadworks were able to turn around and retrace their steps. The driver of the little car which had followed me into Montferrat was, by a series of skilful manoevres, able to turn his/her car around and disappear. Me? I was stuck.

I got out of the Van and tried to negotiate with the workmen but to no avail. They couldn’t or wouldn’t stop their work. They were laying concrete and, having worked as part of a concrete gang on Streatham High Road in the 1970’s, I could sympathise with them to some extent. It’s difficult to interrupt concrete laying. Having said that, I wasn’t going to wait. I’d had it. They should have put up appropriate signage and organised a detour. I climbed back into the Van and edged my way through. Sod ’em! I don’t know how but, we got past them and continued on to Figanieres for a desperately needed glass of wine and something to eat.

I’m getting stressed again just reading all that back to myself. I’ll leave you with some photos I took in Fiaganieres but, we didn’t stay long. The day had pretty much passed us by and I was exhausted. We were too late for food and we didn’t feel like driving on to Lorgues but I got some red wine and the weather stayed fine throughout.

We were able to get a wine at the Bar de Caou but they had long finished food for the day.

Only other thing that sticks in my mind about this day was that I recall thinking both Bargemon and Figanieres are fond of their fountains. They seemed to be all over the place. Would I return to these places? Figanieres, I’ve probably seen enough of the town. Montferrat, not a chance. Bargemon, definitely but, next time I’ll wait for the cars to move.

Esterel Massif (Provence-Alpes-Cote d’Azur), France May 2025 (Tour 11)

After selecting the Esterel Caravaning site as our next stopover, Vanya is now in charge. This 5 star campsite, on the outskirts of San Raphael and alongside the Foret Dominiale de L’Esterel (Esterel State Forest), appears to have all the bells and whistles you could ask for in a campsite and looks as if it could beat any of those we have used in the last years, except perhaps the one in Serignan (because of it’s food). Time will tell but, enough about campsites! You can google Esterel Caravaning if you want to know more.

That’s what I wrote almost two weeks ago (although I didn’t finish writing the blog) and I’m now playing catch up from somewhere in Italy. We stayed at the Esterel Caravaning site for an almost unprecedented 7 nights (not least because the weather was great) and we used the place as a base from which to make various sorties in the Van. These included visits to Figanieres (which involved driving through Callas, Bargemon and Montferrat; not all of them by choice), Agay, Port Grimaud and, of course, Saint Raphael itself. I’ll write separately about those visits. For the moment I’ll concentrate on the Esterel State Forest.

Esterel is a 250,000 year old volcanic mountain range (hills, really) of some 32,000 hectares, which includes almost 6,000 hectares of colourful natural forest (the Foret Dominiale de L’Esterel). The forest is criss-crossed by trails for walkers and mountain bikers and there are a few roads (built by the occupying German forces during WWII to provide easy access to the hinterland) but, the use of these roads is restricted particularly during the high season.

…and this large pond – and all before breakfast.

I made three visits to the forest and it is a beautiful place to walk although, even out of season, you will rarely have the place to yourself. You’ll stumble across the odd local walking his dog and it’s very popular with mountain bikers (one day I saw hordes of them) but; stay away from the wider trails or, better still, follow some of the many narrow gorges and/or deep ravines and you can avoid most everybody. There was one occasion when I felt I did have the place to myself. I was following what I at first thought was a dried up river bed but it led me to various small pools (complete with fish) and then a stream with some quite fast flowing water which ultimately disappeared underground. I was tempted to take a dip in one of the pools but the water was too cold. It’s pleasant stumbling across such places in what is a mostly arid park.

I mentioned the roads. Short stretches of them are open to the general public all year round. Some lead to small ponds or lakes; others to local tourist attractions, whether it be an old hermit cave or, the one I eventually picked up and which took me part of the way up to the Rock of Saint Pilon on the Pic du Cap Roux.

Objective: Saint Pilon on Pic du Cap Roux

… so I used the road which comes up from Agay.

Okay, some photos and a few words about Esterel Caravaning. They operate a very impressive campsite. The first photo, below, is an official publicity photo providing an overview of the site. The others are mine and, to some extent, they capture the mood of the place…

Sitting outside the bar in front of the pool complex…

The view out over the forest from our allotted parking space… until Vanya moved us…

… no, not to this one (but we did have our own bathroom).

There was a nice looking restaurant (two actually but, it being out of season, one was closed) although, in truth, the menu didn’t particularly appeal to Vanya. The wine selection in the restaurant is phenomenal – forty pages of wines, many of them very fine wines, including a Chateau Lafite Rothschild Premier Cru 2012 at 980 Euros a bottle. Sadly, that is well beyond my price bracket. The main bar was excellent, albeit a little expensive, but ‘happy hours’ (one at noon and another in the evening) made it very good value.

Of course, campsites are not just about a prime location and decent facilities (although you would have to go a long way to beat the natural beauty of the Esterel Forest and the broader Cote d’Azur and; the facilities/options at Esterel Caravaning are many, varied and, believe me, quite excellent). It is also about what you make of the opportunities while you are there. We were very fortunate in that during our stay we were able to visit some interesting and attractive places (I’ll write about those when I have more time) but, equally important, we met a pleasant and well travelled couple in Jan and Ian and they very much helped complete our stay whenever we met them during the ‘happy hours’. My goodness, I learned a great deal from Ian about Stoke City Football Club’s halfback line of Pejic, Smith and Bloor but; nobody and certainly not a Stoke City supporter (no offence Ian), will ever convince me that Gordon Banks actually saved Geoff Hurst’s penalty at Upton Park in 1971 to deny West Ham a League Cup Final appearance against Chelsea. I was there at the time; standing directly behind the goal in the North Bank and; I saw the ball bounce off Bank’s head.

Martigues (Provence-Alpes-Cote d’Azur), France May 2025 (Tour 11)

We were attracted to Martigues (often referred to as the Venice of Provence) after it featured in the thriller tv series ‘Prime Target’. Having now visited Martigues, I have to say, I’m not convinced that much of the series was filmed in Martigues but, no matter, we’re delighted it brought us to the place.

This gorgeous little town in the Bouche du Rhone department of Provence is often referred to as the Venice of Provence and it is easy to understand why. It straddles the four mile long Caronte Canal at the canal’s eastern end on the Etang de Berre (a massive lagoon or inland sea). The western end of the canal leads directly into the Mediterranean Sea.

Unfortunately, our drive in to Martigues became a bit of a joke with the Van’s Sat Nav system once again excelling in terms of getting it wrong. The drive from Sainte Croix is not a pretty one as it leads past a large and ugly oil refinery but worse was yet to come with the Sat Nav totally missing the large car park which I was aiming for and; instead, leading me up on to the huge viaduct which spans the Canal de Caronte and; then,when I was slap bang in the middle of the viaduct, telling me I had arrived at my destination. It then turned itself off leaving me somewhat stranded. To be fair, the car park (recommended by Park4Night) was directly underneath the bridge but even so.

The Sat-Nav left me on top of that bridge. The car park is underneath and to the left.

Eventually I was parked up on an exceedingly grubby car parking space underneath the viaduct and we began the short walk into Martigues along the side of the Canal de Caronte. I should perhaps explain at this stage that Martigues was originally three distinct villages on the Etang de Berre (with the village of Ferrieres to the north, Jonquieres to the south and the island village simply known as L’Ile in between them) and that they were merged at the instigation of Henry III of France some time during the 16th century. That last piece of information is probably of no interest to you whatsoever but… you know what I’m like. We were on the Jonquieres bank of the canal and planned to walk to the most easterly of it’s bridges and; then cross to L’Ile (supposedly the prettiest part of the town) and; therafter, to Ferrieres (for a scout around and to take lunch); before returning to Jonquires (with it’s labyrinth of lanes) and then back to the Van.

The walk into town along the canal side was straightforward and easy although, Nala and her wheels attracted a great deal of (friendly) interest from the many anglers fishing from the promenade and our progress was therefore slow. No matter, the weather was great and we had all day. Looking across the canal from Jonquieres, L’Ile looks fabulous but once we’d crossed the (swing) bridge and started to wander the small island it proved nothing less than stunning. The canals with their little bridges, the colourful houses and charming fishing boats (it is said that the boat owners would paint their houses with the paint left over from painting their boats) and, in particular, the Miroir aux Oiseaux are enchanting.

In the 19th and early part of the 20th centuries the town became a magnet for painters; Eugene Delacroix, Renoir, Raol Dufy and Charles Malfroy, to name but a few. Renoir did one particular painting in 1888, ‘Port of Martigues’, which captures everything I see and like about Martigues (see below) but; another artist whose work I like and which perhaps best reflects the fishing port of yore is Charles Malfroy .

This is a town where the churches give way to the port areas in terms of beauty but, having said that, the town is blessed with three principal churches – one in each of the villages as were. There’s the Church of Saint Genies in Jonquieres, Eglise de Sainte Madeline (Church of Saint Marie-Madaleine) on L’Ile and Church of Saint Louis in Anjou in Ferrieres. I didn’t get to see inside them all. It wouldn’t have been fair on Vanya and/or our dogs but I did get inside the Eglise de Sainte Madaleine and it is as fine a church as you would expect in such a wondrous place.

We wandered all three aspects of the town and it really is something special but, for me, the Miroir aux Oiseaux takes the biscuit. There are however a few other random photos…

We made time to eat at a small bar-restaurant by the water in Ferrieres. Well, I did. Vanya didn’t fancy anything on the menu and so she sat and waited while I ate a seafood gratin (containing octopus, cuttlefish, prawns and mussels – it wasn’t bad) and then we walked across the town’s swing bridge to a tiny creperie in Jonquieres where Vanya ordered a galette and I partook of a crepe with lemon and sugar. The crepe was so good, Vanya also ordered one and then declared it to be the best she had ever eaten. I couldn’t argue with that.

But I’ve written enough for now. The weather in the north of Italy isn’t looking too good at the moment so; we’ll edge closer to the border but stay in the south of France for a few days longer. We’ve each been to Monaco before but, that aside, the Cote d’Azur is somewhere we’ve not seen a great deal of. I’m almost certain Vanya will have somewhere in mind…

Sainte Croix (Provence-Alpes-Cote d’Azur), France May 2025 (Tour 11)

After leaving Serignan we drove east (passing our 3,000 mile mark for this tour halfway between Montpelier and Arles). We were heading further east into Italy but were determined, first, to make the most of a day at least in Martigues (often referred to as the Venice of Provence). To this end, Vanya found us a campsite just a few miles south of Martigues in the tiny hamlet (and I mean really tiny) of Sainte Croix.

Camping Marius backs on to the beach of a small bay (Anse Sainte Croix) in the Golfe de Lion. There are at least two beaches on the bay and dogs are allowed on the first of these. It wasn’t long, therefore, before we were down on the beach with Nala and Beanie and, naturally, whilst there, I skipped over a small rise (by the lifeguard station) to check out the second beach where dogs are not allowed. There are other campsites in the immediate area of the beaches but ours was the only one open so early in the year and, except for a handful of people on the beach, I had the area pretty much to myself.

Behind this second, very pretty beach, is a small promontory overlooking the bay and on it are two chapels. The first is the 12th century ruin of Saint Terro and the second is the 17th century Chapel of Saint Croix. I was unable to gain access to either but the views weren’t bad. Further along on the promontory are what’s left of some WWII defensive fortifications (gun emplacements, small bunkers and a concrete mount for radar equipment) which were installed by the Luftwaffe following the German occupation of France. The views from this point out to sea and back across the bay are excellent and the Cap Couronne lighthouse is easily visible to the west of the bay.

view across Anse Ste Croix to Cap Couronne

Anyway, enough about Sainte Croix. It’s Martigues we’re here to see…

Serignan (Occitaine), France May 2025 (Tour 11)

We came to Serignan for a couple of nights to take advantage of Yelloh’s Camping Le Serignan Plage. We would then continue east to Italy, stopping off at the beautiful little coastal town of Martigues on our way. I’ll write about Martigues later.

A little about Serignan first and then a great deal lot more about La Serignan Plage. I make no apologies for focusing on Camping La Serignan Plage at the expense of Serignan Town. We needed the break and, anyway, Serignan is mostly about it’s beautiful beaches which Yelloh Camping Le Serignan Plage has in abundance.

Serignan is situated in the Herault department of Occitaine, less than 10 miles south of the thriving town of Beziers and, perhaps, 14 miles west of Agde with it’s fortified cathedral. It sits on the banks of the River Orb and comprises a small compact old town, a port, some beaches and, not forgetting, the Orpellieres Nature Reserve.

Starting with the old town, the Collegiate Church of Notre Dame de Grace is at the heart of the old town. It’s foundations date from the 10th century but it has been modified numerous times; most recently during the 1960’s. It’s a large church for such a small place; 3 naves and 10 chapels and there’s a small trapdoor in front of the choir which leads to the graves of 40 canons who have been interred in the church over the years. To my mind, it’s most impressive features are the 7 tall stained glass windows in the apse

The River Orb and the Collegiate Church of Notre Dame de Grace

Serignan’s port is a bit of a misnomer. There used to be a port and it used to serve the city of Beziers but it’s long gone. In it’s place is a burgeoning marina for leisure craft; sailing yachts mostly. In terms of it’s facilities I think this is best described as work in progress for the moment but I don’t doubt, the authorities will get it right here.

I’ve said already that Serignan is all about it’s beaches. I’ve read that there are four in total; La Chapelle, the Seoune, the Grand Maire Beach and a naturist beach which hasn’t been given a name (probably to discourage voyeurs from ~~goggling~~ googling it). However, I believe there’s a fifth beach, L’Orpellieres, with it’s impressive dunes, which fronts the Orpellieres Nature Reserve.

Of course, the Yelloh Camping Le Serignan Plage has pride of place amongst the beaches. They are wonderful… but, everything about Le Seignan Plage is first class. Small wonder they are ranked amongst the top 10 of France’s 12,000+ campsites. We have long been impressed by Yelloh La Brasilia down near Perpignan but, after a couple od days down at Serignan, I think Le Serignan Plage just edges it.

I’ll let the photos do the talking…

Filet Mignon de Porc with a Jus Reduit au Cepes and Gratin Aveyromnais from the Lou Pas d’Oc Restaurant

… and there is so much more about the place; their own baker, butcher, even a fishmonger; minimarket, shops & hairdressers, etc. You need only look at their web site for full details.

We’d have stayed longer but for the weather which was bringing mosquitos out in ever increasing numbers. Where’s the hot sun when you need it?

Aigues Vives (Occitaine), France May 2025 (Tour 11)

We were making our way to Italy and our next planned stop after Lourdes was to be a 5 star campsite in Serignan some 3 to 4 hours or so to the east of Lourdes. Vanya has had enough of the inclement weather and wants a couple of days in a nice place so as to “realign” (my word, not hers).

And then we discovered we could have a problem. France has long operated a Low Emissions Zone around Paris (not dissimilar to that in London) which has seen us studiously avoid that city. The French system is known as the ZFE, which is short for ‘zones a faibles emissions’. It seems that since January 2025, France has extended the ZFE to include any city of more than 150,000 people and to travel through such areas, drivers (and this includes drivers of foreign registered cars and motorcycles) must first obtain and display a ‘Crit Air’ vignette. Failure to display a vignette is to break the law and will in all likelihood lead to fines.

Cities which have already introduced ZFE

We could apply for a vignette online but, having read up on the subject, it seems such applications can take weeks to process and, even then, the vignette is sent to the puchaser’s home address. That left us in the lurch because Toulouse and Lower Gascony, through which we would have to travel to get to Serignan, operate the ZFE system. We were left with no choice but to make a detour around Toulouse and Lower Gascony and that detour both added hours to our journey and prompted an overnight stop in Aigues Vives. The vicissitudes of life, eh?

And Aigues Vives? Don’t go there. The campsite got us through the night but there’s little else in this tiny village which straddles the D625 road. There’s a bakery and a church (although both were closed) and you can see from the Hotel de Ville and the odd statue alongside it… well, no more need be said except, perhaps, that we both now need to realign.

Postscript: Don’t rely on my website for the latest information on ZFE. Look for the official sources regarding this subject because it is a moving feast. Also, I have since read further about the ZFE and, while they may not be official sites, the following sites proved helpful to me:- www.frenchemissionssticker.com. and Connexionfrance.com.

Lourdes (Occitaine), France May 2025 (Tour 11)

We drove through Peyrehorade today and paused to check out the farmer’s market (I’ve see better) but our ultimate destination was Lourdes and, in particular, Lourdes Sanctuary.

I’ve passed the Lourdes Sanctuary many times before when using the A64 on our way to or from Spain (that stretch of road from Toulouse to Bayonne is also part of the E80 Trans European Motorway which extends from Lisbon in Portugal to Gurbula on Turkey’s border with Iran) but; I’ve never felt inclined to visit before. I’m not even sure why I stopped this time. I certainly didn’t visit as a pilgrim (as 3 million people do every year); I was simply interested to see what it is that attracts so many people and, I’m pleased I did. It is a spectacular place and it proved an inspiring visit – It was almost humbling to witness so much honest to goodness faith. There were people there from all over the world and the unbridled joy of many at completing this pilgrimage was palpable. It was often vocal too with some of the larger visiting groups spontaneously breaking into hymns. That was wonderful to hear and more than once brought a happy smile to my face.

The first of the two photos below is not mine. It is from an exhibition on display in the Sanctuary Grounds while I was there. It is one of many which moved me. The second is a photo I took in the Basilica of the Immaculate Conception. I don’t pretend my photo is in the same league as those on display in the exhibition. It isn’t. I reproduce them here simply as examples of the aforementioned ‘honest to goodness faith’ that I witnessed. To my mind, both of these photos, unlike the rest of my photos in this blog, serve to identify Lourdes as a place of Roman Catholic pilgrimage and not a tourist resort.

I’ll not repeat everything I learned about Lourdes before, during and since my visit. I’m sure anyone can discover as much as I did about the place (and more) through Google but I’ll leave you with an introduction to the Sanctuary (if you should need it) and some photos.

Starting with the introduction, I’ll simply reproduce what is written on the Lourdes Sanctuary website:-

Since the apparitions of the Virgin Mary in 1858, millions of people from all over the world have flocked to Lourdes every year to experience the grace of this place. The Sanctuary of Our Lady of Lourdes is above all the place of healing of bodies and hearts where one comes to pray humbly to the one who revealed her name to Bernadette Soubirous: “I am the Immaculate Conception”.

And as for some (tourist style) photos:-

I wandered Lourdes Sanctuary for a number of hours (taking a great many more photos than have been reproduced here) and then visited the town (intending to return to the Sanctuary early the next morning, when fewer people were about and when the light would be better, to improve on my photos). Entry into the Sanctuary is free and it is open to the public at this time of the year from 06.00 to 01.00! Good idea but the plan didn’t work. The visit to the town was a waste of time (it’s full of tat, plastic relics, etc) and then, I didn’t get back to the Sanctuary the next day. So, the only part of the sanctuary that I did any justice to was the Basilica of the Immaculate Conception. In case you are unaware, there are another two Basilica’s and 25 Chapels (to say nothing of the numerous statues and dioramas). Next time?