The island near us, Ile d’Aix, doesn’t allow cars. You see an occasional one, or a business van, but there are no gas stations so you have to have brought enough fuel. The ferry will only hold one vehicle as well. When people who are staying on the island arrive on the ferry, they are pulling suitcases all the way to a hotel or rental house or they use little carts available to load up with their belongings. I saw a lady who I guess was going to be feeding a lot of people wherever she was going, with boxes of what looked like china plates, cups and saucers for twelve. She had a lot of food too. There is a small grocery store on the island along with a boulangerie, but I guess renters bring much of their own food. It’s a small island and you can rent a bike and ride around the island in two hours or so. It’s all flat and there are views of the water as you ride along, pine trees, a few horses in fields and a few places to eat but sometimes when on a road you feel like you are the only people there-Robinson Crusoe on a bike, with a cell phone.
A view of what is called Baby Beach.
White horses in a field that we later saw pulling a carriage.
In the small cemetery.
In the crypt in the small, charming church. There is a plaque here commerating the death of over 400 priests here left to basically starve to death on boats during the French Revolution.
Two sleepy horses.