We moored at Aigues-Mortes mid-afternoon, and arrived just in time for their annual fall festival, Fete Votive whih include a running of the bulls. Aigues-Mortes is a walled city, and the boat was parked just below the wall.  The crowds for the festival were rowdy, but not enough to keep us awake.

Hugh knew that I loved to photograph the salt marshes, so we set our alarms to get up before sunrise, so we could walk to the marshes.  Well we did get up and we did walk, but were unable to find a way into the marshes to photograph.

No worries, we returned to French pastries for breakfast. Our captain was a master at a master at finding a great patisserie with warm croissants.

While Tim was getting our breakfast, he came across a market that he wanted to show us. So after breakfast Julianna, Timothy and I walked into town.  In the time it took us to eat breakfast, the streets had been blocked off for the running of the bulls.  We thought it would be great to see that so we waited around, and waited, and waited some more.  We finally decided the bulls were not running anytime soon so we wandered the town, picked up some souvenirs, food and lunch.  

We heard the gun shot that started the running long after we had returned.

Sunrise at Aigues-Mortes