Appart City Carcassonne

... walked... 1 hour later we were so close to the hotel that we just walked the rest of the way... it was about 5 km... not bad!!! <br>We got to the hotel and they let us check in right away (9am), it was sweet... we checked in and then walked to the medival city (that we passed but couldn't see in the fog), the city was about a kilometer away, we walked up to it and WOW, thats all &gt;I can say... if you are ever in the South of France or passing through, you NEED to go there ...

... be really wierd to live in there where there are so many tourists and people coming to visit. The streets feel like it should be walking only, but the people who live inside drive their cars and motorbikes in...really strange. We went for a tour of the actual medeival castle that is still there and then walked around within the city. We had lunch at a cafe and spent most of the day just walking around the city. Then we headed back to the hotel for the ...

Leaving Las Laous today was *************e was soo sad that even the mountains were crying. Grey cloud filled the valley and the moisture poured from the sky. <br><br>At the end of the lane was our road towards Foix announcing the rise to the Col de Peguere. Not as well known as the Col de Port, but much higher. We would leave 947m and rise to 1375m in a mere 3.5km. That means that for every 10m we rode forward, we would be ...

... that belonged to a family in the 11th century. Then the French king took it over at some point and it was expanded in the 12th &amp; 13th centuries. At least, that's what Conrad gathered. It wasn't what I thought it would be. I expected it to just be a castle surrounded by buildings that we just got to walk through and look at. This was partly true. But, inside the ...

... the bus station (actually no station, just parking spots for the buses). There are a few interesting sites I wanted to see so I search for the Tourist Office to grab a map thinking I might have to take my big pack with me for the next hour. I go to the office of the bus service to get some info. Long line so I decide to leave my bag there while I find the tourist service. The office is hard to find and aways away. I end up spending 30 minutes touring the sites. I return to ...

... setbacks.<br><br>A word about the French: They have wierdrules, and lots of them. For instance, this campground has a very strict dress code in the pool: Men must wear Speedos. No other swimming attire is acceptable. Huh? I clarified - do they mean no cotton shorts? No they said. Speedos. Only Speedos for men. I asked why. 'For 'ygenic reason' I was told.<br><br>I did notice that the pool is utterly empty. Where are the usual old fat guys in Speedos?

... and places of interest that were nearby. DH wanted to go to Albi, since it was raining and super cold. (Originally we had planned on going into La Cite...the walled part of Carcassonne). We headed out and took a small road through the mountains; it was so beautiful with fall colors, lots of green moss, rivers and water falls. By the time we neared the top of the mountainous area, it was snowing a very light fluttering snow. The temperature dropped to -3 degrees ...

... After sitting all day, we teachers decided to go for a stroll in their neck of the village. The houses in this section are about 20 years old, and landscaped with roses, fig trees, cherry trees, linden trees, and are surrounded by vineyards and fields of delicate red poppies. The sky was still a bit menacing but dramatic, allowing the sun to spill rays onto spots on the surrounding hillsides. We had dinner with Yvon and his daughter Fanny. Fanny is a student of science at the ...

... deal me the card that takes my blues away take me away to Marseille Now I have always wanted to go to Marseille, just because of the song, but when I looked in to it, everyone said it was a shithole, so we decided not to go. The only thing to do was to get into the ******* that we had hired this week, and drive to a place that I know, and is not far from Orange. Avignon Avignon It's hard to explain what it is about ...

... to the closed kingdom of Tibet, and ultimately dying on a Chinese junk in a typhoon while trying to cross the Pacific from Hong Kong to San Francisco.) One of my favorite chapters was about the French walled city of Carcassonne. It began with this poem: "I'm growing old, I've eighty years; I've labored all my life in vain. In all that time of hopes and fears, I've ...