Auberge Du Vieux Puits
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
TripAdvisor Reviews Auberge Du Vieux Puits Fontjoncouse
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... one. The town museum was mind boggling with so many artefacts. But wait! They have BBC TV and so we retired to the lounge for some longed-for English TV and all promptly fell asleep. Later we went exploring and found Fources, a medieval round defendable town in beautiful condition. Then to another village for crispy pizza and local Rose wine. All fine but no internet to speak of, hence the delay in sending these ...
... descending from the Pyrenees to join us. This is akin to the Norman Conquest. We are being invaded! At dinner we remain separated as groups, though I note that Kathleen and David have reached out immediately and joined the newbies. Americans are just so welcoming.
Vicky redeems the cap situation by awarding it to both Don and Harold for being the oldest and most respected members of our group. Phew.
... its name.
Cute story, but apparently a 12th century fabrication. Its more likely the name derives from the one given to the site by the Celts when they first occupied it in the 6th century BC - Carsac. When the Romans arrived 500 years later they Latinsed the name to Julia Carsaco, which through metathesis morphed into Carcasum, and then to Carcassonne.
Whatever the truth, the city with it's ice cream cone towers and twin ramparts is truly beautiful, ...
... covered corn flakes, a pastry, an orange juice, and my usual cafe o'lait. We loaded the bus without too much trouble and then waited for the last two students to come down for our 8:30 departure time. When they didn't show their faces right away, Lopuck decided to go up to their ro to check on them. He discovered that they had gone back to bed! We have taken to calling one of the guys Lord Myron so we took a few good-natured poles at him when he and his roommate ...
... assumption that Fa must be too small to warrant a sign on the main road, I turned off towards St Hilfleurie where I thought I might find more clues. There weren’t any but I did find numerous small, dark, quiet hamlets as I wove my way through the forested hills back towards Carcassonne, finally having given up and planning to find a hotel for the night. It was 21:00 and my sense of humour was hanging by a thread. I tried a country hotel on the way where they had horses and ...