Carcassonne was pretty in the autumn sunshine though it was rather a bizarre day. Couldnt get a fridge anywhere; Geant was hosting a strike (and didn't have small fridges anyway)
Geant are making des profits colossaux whilst cutting staff and salaries.
---Isnt that what supermarkets are supposed to do??
After finding the Beaux Arts closed, sigh, I found an expo of amateur work at the town hall. It was awful - every single one was a copy of something else already painted.
And talking of amateur art, the stupendous exhibition of Art Bruit that was left to the townsfolk of Carcassonne has been moved to Lagrasse. It showed that amateur art could be a sensational source of creative material. Not clear why its left its agreed home.
The good news is that they are hosting a show of the work of Raul Dufy in Feb 2015.
And finally my train was searched by some 16 customs officers and their sweet black labrador - not before I'd seen them chase a white-faced young man from the station. Really don't like drugs nor their impact on lives but hope he got away. And learnt a lesson, of course.
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