It has been cold in the Aude, but not nearly as cold as the UK and we had three gloriously sunny days when the sun was warm enough to sit outside and take a coffee.The benches on Carcassonne’s newly finished Place Gambetta give a wonderful view of some of the beautiful buildings in the ” ville basse” often overlooked when people wax lyrical over the medieval cité.
Who would know that under this huge, tranquil square a massive underground car park lies cleverly concealed?
I walk around it with my gaze up and my mouth agape at the architecture, which is not ideal in a city full of handbag-dogs ( which have to get down sometimes for their calls of duty)
So we get back to the UK house, it’s freezing. After a week in a toasty French domicile we can’t get warm. It’s a rented Victorian cottage and leaks heat like a sieve.
Even the bed is freezing, I get in with most of my clothes and socks still on. Trev, who has never favoured sleeping garments, admits defeat and pulls out the pyjamas he was obliged to buy when hospitalised in 2014.
Just be glad this is not a vlog..