Here is Max! With Fabre d'Eglantine, famous son of Carcassonne. He moved to Limoux as a child, then moved about sufficiently to get guillotined in Paris in 1794. I looked him up - he was an actor/poet famous for a dodgy number called Its Raining Shepherdess.
Msr d'Eglantine is in the Beaux Arts Museum where we passed a most agreeable morning yesterday. A fine mixed collection.
After a very decent lunch we took the long way home - great loops of countryside hither and yon - beautiful!! Max has the travellers gift of spotting small roads and taking them to the limit; no other traffic, just rolling mountains and forest and occasional vineyards. We ambled through charming villages and old churches... just a delight. And today its raining, what timing -
The pass sanitaire is in action - you can't get into the night market without it. I spent a deal of time getting mine sorted (downloading app, all that sort of magic stuff I don't understand and which don't come easy) - so was anxious to try it out. Everyone laughed at me. The beaux arts, the resturant. In Esperaza, the bank, the 8a8, the newsagents... bah.
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