We made it to our castle in Carcassonne where we’ll be staying a couple of nights.
This will our final chance to go medieval before we take bus to Barcelona. The cobbled paths of the castle were pretty quiet last night.
The moon was rising over the battlements.
And a big bowl of cassoulet was waiting for us at Comte Roger.
I can guarantee that in the summer Carcassonne is a zoo. A real party town. Especially at night. Moira and I were there in June of 1991. The best part was getting up with the sun and going outside the walls to get some photographs of the battlements. And then roaming the streets before all the partiers woke up.
Definitely quiet here now. Although it might be different in the bastid.