Waking up in the Carmargue, en route from Bergerac to Geneva, I was astonished to go out onto the lakeshore and see these flamingos lit by the rising sun. They were so unexpected. They looked like ballerinas in the mud.
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Waking up in the Carmargue, en route from Bergerac to Geneva, I was astonished to go out onto the lakeshore and see these flamingos lit by the rising sun. They were so unexpected. They looked like ballerinas in the mud.
