Tired and loaded down we left the Carcassonne Train station in search of a place to stay that Thursday night. We walked 3 blocks to a cheap hostel to discover they didn't have any available rooms. The summer travel season has begun! Fortunately, we found a 2-star hotel across from the train station.
After some rest and a tasty cassoulet (a very hearty bean casserole fromS. France with sausage and confit de canard - duck legs cooked in duckfat and then preserved in the cooled fat - it's rich, salty and verytasty ) we headed to the medieval turreted fortress of Carcassonne. On our way there, we encountered a wine shop so...of course...we went in to explore. The wine shop had a small yet delicious selection of good-priced Langoudoc-Rousallonwines which included a 100% Cab Franc. The shopkeeper was a sweet lady who spoke less English than we spoke French - which isn't much. With guide book in hand, Lesley (Dr. Linguist) was able to express her love of their 100%CF.
Finally....off to the double-walled old Cathar town with 3 bottles in hand. The fairytale fortress triggered endless medieval images in my mind. The fortress stood on top of a small hill over looking the nearby city and countryside. My medieval daydreams came to a screeching halt once I reached the old town inside the turreted walls. The cobble stoned streets were surrounded by touristy shops, a plethora of tourists, their kids and which filled the town with sounds ofSssshhhhhhhwing.....ssssshhhhhhwing (which was the sound of toy swordsimitating real swords swinging in battle). Most of the shops had no association to the history of Carcassonne. Maybe we should have visited at night time when the tourists were gone. Oh well.
On our way out we passed a Merry-Go-Round by the front entrance to the walled city and said good-by to the touristy fortress of Carcassonne. After visiting Mont St. Michel a few days earlier Carcassonne didn't seem as grandiose as it probably should have.
The next day we left to Barcelona then had a rather uneventful time till weflew to Scotland.
Lots of love,
Russ and Lesley