The Camargue is 85 000 hectares of salt planes and lakes; home to the pink flamingo, black bulls, white horses, red rice and gypsies. It lies to the south of Marseille bordered by Le Grand Rhône to the north. Le Petit Rhône cuts through its southern part (the Rhône being the great river running through Provence giving its name to the wine appellation Côte du Rhône).
Fleur de Sel and La Baleine, refined table products, are ‘harvested’ from the many salt pans. Twenty five centimetres depth of water in April in individual basins, turns from blue to red with the percolation of the rock colour below. The water evaporates during the summer leaving two centimetres of salt. The top layer is scooped out and dumped into the back of a long line of waiting trucks. The trucks take load after load to a processing plant where it is washed, bleached white by the sun and fed up a long conveyor belt to form mountains of salt as tall as a ten story building.
Before the machines, long lines of men in wooden clogs, using wooden shovels ladled the salt into wooden wheelbarrows in the slow and laborious gathering of the crystals. Photos from that time portrayed a harsh life in these ‘salt mines’.
Narrow canals bordering the many salt pans are used to control the water level using a wooden valve system. Before the trucks, these canals doubled as a means of transport with the salt piled on to wooden barges and pulled by horses walking along the banks from source to processing.
Table salt is taken first, in September; then in October and November the ‘road’ salt. So named as it is used to spread on the road in winter to remove the dangerous ice covering. It is also used to turn snowfalls into glassy ski runs.
Anything lying in the salt pan attracts the growth of large salt rock crystals and salt sculpture is an art form. Rows of rock salt crystal covered dress-maker dummies formed an imposing white army in one photo on display. It’s like topiary; a skeletal basic shape turns into a thing of beauty when clothed with the sharp and light catching crystals.
With the next sprinkle of salt, remember the days of men in clogs pushing wooden wheelbarrows in the high heat of summer.