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Day 34
... the roadway we travel on - mostly it's just us on the road, and the farmers who wonder who these strangers are, but we're actually in the foothills of the Pyrenees - how exciting, at times, excitement I could do without - still, we see amazing vistas, although no snow - some scruffy-looking cows - majestic ruins on craggy hilltops - adorable stone buildings on farms and in tiny hamlets, too small to call villages - vast, green valleys and ...
Day 33
... we met a cat - a lovely, friendly cat who followed us all the way down to the visitors centre, and would have come home with us if we'd let it. It's cold, the weather is really closing in even though it's only 2.30pm, as we begin the return trip. Direction home means we must travel towards Paris first - pay the toll (6.40euros) come off the toll road, do a u turn round the roundabout, get back on the toll road and pay the toll again, all in the space ...
Day 32
... where the gate came down. We finally make it upstairs to view the introductory film which explains the restauration by Viollet-le-Duc, and how he had to choose to focus on only one of the periods of history that la cite had lived through. We started out with three other couples, but soon we were by ourselves, wandering, looking, reading the information posters, taking pictures - we were not dawdling by any means - but you have to invest time into making the ...
Day 31
... heavy dish, and very filling, as we discovered. It was tasty, but the serving was huge - we didn't eat it all, but we didn't disgrace ourselves either. We can now both say that we have eaten it, but neither of us would rush to order it again. Needless to say, dinner was a non event. This lady was so generous and accommodating that we give her a kangaroo key ring for being tres gentille - she is so delighted that she kisses both of us on both cheeks a la francaise. Our table ...
Day 30
... into far horizons.
At 3.30 pm, we hit Carcassonne, call Isabelle and meet her at the flat - it is on the other side of the river, 500 metres from the Porte Narbonnaise, of la cite. We are on the first floor, a gauche, of a very, uninteresting, dirty grey building in a dead end street, just around the corner from the main road. Definitely, nit much to look at from the outside, but the front door opens onto a light, bright living area - freshly painted ...

