A rest day. Sort of. Decided to stay two days on the campground to do a little tour into the Camargue. The ride was beautiful. Down south, tailwind. Up north, headwind. But not a big problem, as I hardly had luggage. I looked for white horses, pink birds and black bulls. Saw all of them. Unfortunately not really wild white horses. Nevertheless it was beautiful. On the way it really struck me on how lucky I am that I can just bike empty streets, while most people are sitting in the office.