e final days of the notorious jungle. Its former residents waiting in calm resignation to board buses out of Calais before the camp is destroyed. They've given up on their dream of reaching the UK and now face a new life elsewhere in France. A quarter of the migrants living here in Calais have already been relocated, and today the process continues.
Behind me is the staging area for those going through to move to the rest of France. The general atmosphere here is of calm resignation. Some people are just really pleased to leave the squalor of the Jungle. Without any proper documentation, authorities are guessing at migrants' age by how old their faces look.
If they are deemed under 18, they have a shot at continuing to the UK. Others have two options, southern France or northern France. But most are more concerned with quality of life than geography. Over at the camp it's moving day. For many, this has been home for up to two years.
This used to be a bustling community of 6,500 people, with kiosks, restaurants and cafes. But pretty much all of those have now closed up shop and it's just a few stragglers left over, packing up their belongings. One of those stragglers is from Afghanistan. You've got loads of shoes.
This was his home here for eight months. He has to leave most of it behind and start again with just a backpack. And what's in your bag? What did you pack?>> Shaving machine, toothbrush, toothpaste. Hopes to be gone by the morning, on a bus to build a new future in southern France.
But aid workers fear those desperate to reach the UK will refuse to leave. If they do, the picture could look considerably less bright than today.