Maison sans Frontiere
Travel Blogs from Carcassonne
... carefully explaining that the cave floor has been left in its natural state: wet, very uneven and quite slippery in places. We 25 hardy souls briskly walked the 800 metres from the cave entrance to the Salon Noir, careful to avoid standing pools of water, hold well onto guard railings to prevent slipping, watch our heads as we crouched and squeezed through small spaces. The elevation of the cave floor ascended, so that we were steadily climbing in the damp ...
... little bike ride into the village to pick up some local regional rosé which is currently being chilled. We picked up some spaghetti this morning at the local shop so we thought to use up our supplies of tomatoes and garlic with a nice pasta for dinner. Tomorrow should be our last day on the canal as we intend to be at Capastang tomorrow sometime. We will set off in the morning at our ...
... which should serve Marjolaine well on this trip.
Then we drove back toward Castelnaudary, about an hour to the west, where our next visit was with David and CÚline and their lovely daughter Orlane. Castelnaudary is known for several things, one of which is a name none-too-easy to pronounce. Another is the base of the 4th Foreign Regiment, responsible for training the French Foreign Legion.
A few miles outside of Castel, as ...
... from Paris through the center of the country along both freeways and country roads. The drive down was such an amazing contrast to our drive through the many states we visited at home. No large billboards. Just enough signage to allow one to find the next gas station, eatery or lodging and no more. Not a strip mall in sight. My mind is reeling. How is it that a country densely populated for so long looks so pristine and natural? How different ...
... to say. Obviously badly. He looks at me weirdly. Then he thinks he has it and shows me his coffee machine that takes little tubes of coffee. 'Non', I tell him. I rethink. Ok. 'Cafe - machine - drip, drip, drip' I try with hand actions. He's still looking at me weirdly. Then all of a sudden he must have had a light bulb moment. 'Ahhhh, oui! Cafe, plop, plop, plop!' he says, 'Mais oui' I say.....we both felt like we'd won tattslotto!! Apparently 'plop' is the French translation ...
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
- Pets allowed