We arrived in Aigues-Mortes on a Votive Festival, the town partied. Julianna, Timothy and I walked the town, only to find out large portions of it were roped off for the running of the bulls. We waited around for about a half hour, got bored and went to find lunch.
We were back on the boat, eating lunch when we heard the gunshot signaling the start of the race.
On the positive–nobody got gourded by the bulls.