Bromptonでひなびた裏道を行くブレロの武論富敦旅の記録。エグ・モルト城塞を訪れ、荒漠とした塩田の非日常的景色の中を彷徨する。灰色の大地を覆う青空を貫く飛行機雲を求めて。【字幕付】 OP/ED音楽（モーツァルト・ピアノソナタ第11番イ長調K.331、ギーゼキング演奏［1954年録音＝PD］） BGM（Scott Buckley “The Things That Keep Us Here” Chosic提供） #brompton #bromptonbicycle #bromptonlife
I took the TER train from Nîmes and arrived at Aigues-Mortes station. It’s still May, but the sun is quite strong. Let’s depart. Looking at boats moored in the canal. On the left is the Aigues-Mortes fortress. Let’s go inside. The fortress was built in the 13th century. Inside, there is a town like this. Cycling around the inside of the fortress along the wall. I head back toward the center of town. It is somewhat touristy, with various shops. I exit the fortress through the southwest gate. In no time, I arrive at Aigues-Mortes salt fields. For cycling, apparently only mountain bikes are allowed. No choice but to leave my bike at the entrance. What a shame. As soon as I enter the fields, a barren landscape spreads out before my eyes. (Visitors are required to wear orange scarves.) I walk toward Aigues-Mortes fortress. There are other tourists here, but the population density is quite low. Piles of salt. I wonder if this salt will be sold as a product shortly. The road is also covered with salt. Going back a little the way I came. I bought an apple juice at a kiosk. I’m grateful for the shade. Wandering around again. They say the β carotene synthesized by algae turns the salt-water here pink. Trying to eat some salt from the side of the road. Hum, it’s salty and delicious. Tourists can climb this salt mountain. It’s like a snowy mountain. The view from the top. I stayed too long. Let’s go down. Let’s go further into the salt fields. Even in such a salty place, pretty flowers bloom. This kiosk is closed. I replenish my fluids in a small patch of shade. It’s hot. In front of me is a strange hut made of driftwood. Walking toward the Peccaïs canal. The dry salt fields look like a frozen lake. The contrails seem to be blessing my loneliness.