Arles is on the north edge of an enormous (thousands of acres) marsh -- in which herds of black bulls and white Camargue horses run free -- along with flocks of flamingos. I’ve never seen a flamingo -- except for the ones I put in very x rated positions in my neighbor’s yard-- for years. Lots of years. Until he moved.
So secretly, when I didn’t need to pretend to not care about being cool, but of course caring, knowing that that not caring is the essence of coolness . . What? Secretly, ahem, I really really really wanted to see some flocks of flamingos. And today I did!
We saw some on the marshy coast, then went to a wildlife preserve ( 10 acres on the edge of 1000s of acres of wilderness). The preserve had paths --- and bathrooms. So we paid. Went in. And it was actually WORTH IT! I’ve never been within 5 feet of a flamingo before. I know that for sure, because, as mentioned above, I’ve never actually seen a non-plastic flamingo before. They are much paler than I would have guessed -- almost white. But, when they spread their considerable wings, they reveal a variety of pinks, bordered with blacks that are tres Moulin rouge! Gorgeous. There were also blue herons and . . , and many other . . . pretty little birdies.
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