Since purchasing the book about ‘roulottes’, I have been rather obsessed with the idea that I should have a ‘roulotte’ of my own. I have just the right spot to leave it parked, and envision having campouts in it with my grandchildren — a place to sleep outdoors but off the ground —- also near to running water and a hot cup of coffee in the morning from the kitchen. We have a Fishing Camp along the banks of the Uncompahgre River in western Colorado, and there is a small stand of trees between our cabin and the river that would be a perfect spot for the ‘roulotte.’
I was a little disappointed not to see more roulottes during the Gypsy Pilgrimage, but in fact, on the last day that we were attending the festivities, we discovered that the few roulottes that actually made it to the Pilgrimage were parked down in the parking lot next to the Stes-Maries-de-la-Mer beach. Some had come on trailers; other were in attendance, by what means of transport, I don’t know; one was actually pulled by horses!
Here are photos of a few of the roulottes that I saw:
The bow-top roulotte to the left is lively in color and decoration, and it seemed to me that the gentleman sitting on the front was posing for the crowd.
Much to my delight, on the morning that we were leaving the Camargue, we drove up behind the roulotte being pulled by the horses. It seemed like a fitting end to our adventure at the Gypsy Pilgrimage.



