In the beginning, under the gallo-romans Sète was known as Ceta or Sita. It was a town on the island of Mont Saint Clair, and made a name for itself in the production of pickled fish. Soon fishing built the towns wealth, making it the envy of local lords and barons.

The charm of Sète is in the effortless energy that exumes from the canal, the sea, the streets, the restaurants. You can walk and discover fishing boats, busy with their cargo, walk and find a restaurant to eat and watch, even in the relative cool of deepest winter.

When we arrived in Sete, there was some sort of motorcycle rally. Needless to say it was quite noisy everywhere well into the evening. I would never think to see Hells Angels in France, but I suppose they go on vacation too. Sete was the base of our travels for our second week. It also marked when the weather started to get stormy which wasn't great for digital cameras, but awesome from the perspective of getting some very interesting lighting.