Adventuring

 We are so bold... we went adventuring, on public transport, like hip young things. Here are the shorn plane trees over the bus stop by the school;

it was clear and cold and at some points of the day, too bright to function without sunglasses.

We met with Lizzie Jackson in Carcassonne, at Freaks Bistronomie, 30 Rue de Verdun - a real find and place we will be returning to. They had three main courses on the menu so we each tried one and nibbled at each others. Ingenious and wonderful nosh. And pud was brioche perdu!! 

During the meal I discovered that the other two had never been to the Maison des Memoires, never. Not even Bob. Can't have that... it's at no 53 Rue de Verdun so off we went.

Huge buzz for me to introduce them to the home of Jose Bousquet, to see the room in which he passed more than twenty years after being shot and paralysed in the first European war, to inspect the memorabilia of his many classy visitors. 

Eluard, Ernst, Magritte, Valery, Weil... a who's who of surrealism and modernism. Hallowed ground. Plus the environs are gorgeous and the place is empty!! The staff are friendly, there's a lift, the toilets are clean and well designed. They rarely advertise anywhere sensible so the best way to find out what's on is to pop in and prepare to be surprised. 

----Still haven't got over running into a Picabia expo there, some many years ago -  the best collection I've ever seen - and that includes the Haywards sorry show.

There was no 4.00 train alas (usually there's one that goes to Limoux) -  but there was a bus that took us all the way home. Tired but happy.