Seized by the romance of travel, I gathered my walking stick and took the bus to Carcassonne, where I stayed in a dispiriting and uncomfortable room for a few days. And it rained, most of the time. At the tourist office I was looked on with pity; its February, there are no open galleries or theatre- except for a hip hop festival.
When it didn't rain and and when I wasn't knackered, it was fun. Though its very clear my travelling days are over. Unless chauffeured and carried about of course - always a possibility :)
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