may not find this terribly rewarding unless you're included here, so this is a
good time for casual and random browsers to turn back before they get too caught
up in the sweep and majesty of the proceedings and can't let go.
Carcassonne by night. In November.
Back for one last bean stew. With ducks and pigs in it.
Our last night in Carcassonne, we're back for one last dinner in the restaurant La Marquière in the old cité.
For me, that means the cassoulet. Kristin may be entertaining a wider range of ideas. But I'm not. Just cassoulet.
Kristin in the quiet city
Down the torture street and past the Inquisition Museum, and yes, an excellent cassoulet (at La Marquière).
A chilly rainy stroll afterwards. We tried out the Taverne du Château for dinner on our first night here and will probably have to live with the bitter memory of that for many years.
The main street back to the Gates Narbonnaise
Out the front gates
A very big raindrop, and several smaller ones nearby
A penultimate look at the "treasure tower" as we go back across the street to the hotel, wondering if we might find a stray bottle of red wine tucked down in the bottom of one of the suitcases. And a British sitcom on the DVD. And a stack of recent New Yorkers.
An ultimate look at the "treasure tower" as we head for home. Kristin feels that this will be a holiday wasted if we don't get a look at the Viaduct of Millau, whatever that is, so here we go.
Next -- The Viaduct of Millau (engineering marvel) and the Gorge of Tarn