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Merci, Babette.
On the way to Pezenas, from Albi, we stopped off at Carcassonne, a fortified town with a long history.
With origins way back, and additions through various ages, Carcassonne also featured in those aforementioned Albigensian Crusades. It was a stronghold of the Cathars and the crusading army of Simon de Montfort who apparently roamed around all that region, dutifully trying to rid the world of Cathars, forced its citizens to surrender in 1209. ...
The men with long sticks, Do they need a license?
... on the canal till i can sit the test. The test. Oh goody. I learned boyage system A in Australia, then for the sake of the yanks I learned bouyage sytem B. Now I have to learn the cevni system for inland waterways in France. No mean feat as very few of the marks are the same and they have a million new ones which make little or no sense. For example. there is a complicated blue light or blue cone system to show other ...
Tan top up (or going lobster in my case...)
... before we headed
back out to take the horses for a walk. It is always entertaining watching tiny
kids horse riding, a look of horror plastered on their face and holding on so
tight their knuckles are white.
Got back home, and felt absolutely
exhausted! Had yummy sausages cooked in vegetables, and of course some
scrumptious roast potatoes. A great day, but a long one. In need of a rest day
...
Why the french surrendered
I have solved the mystery of the french surrender. It all boils down to the French prefering to get on the **** with the invaders than to shoot at them. it is a brilliant battle plan. It works. I can attest to this personaly. I couldnt have fired a gun this morning. Im not certain i could have found the trigger. These froggies are So cunning they even took me out for dinner after a few dozen rose. Then tortured me further on the boat with whiskey. And to top it all off you cant even ...
Nothing like the sun and sand to overcome fatigue!
... is a sweet little art expedition to take a gander at in the massive stone walls near the cathedral.
I must point out that being utterly horizontal is obligitoire when coming to a place such as Narbonne. I don't know whether it's the warm sea breeze on your face, or the smell of tantalizing food filling ...