Gallivant

 Ever in search of culture, Gracie and I went to a reading at the Maison des Memoires in Carcassonne yesterday. Two most accomplished actors read from the poems of Griselidis Real (1929 - 2005), billed as a writer and Swiss prostitute. Very harrowing indeed. The poor woman had an horrendous life but kept on top with her writing and eventually becoming a militant voice for sex workers. 

We set off thinking she was *only* a poet - her work was shattering.

One of the sweet people we met took this snap of us. The place was rammed and the smooth organisers set up a video link into the adjacent studio for an extra 20 people, where we snuck in.

Slightly fazed by the content (and quality) of the work, we set off to Limoux where the carnival is in process - note the confetti, it isn't snow - and after a coffee we decided to join the vernissage at a new gallery, where friends where exhibiting. 

Here's beautiful Gracie with Diana... the other photos are, hmm, slight . The new gallery is most impressive and being bang next door to the post office, very visible. 

*Forgot - Terminus lunch; Tartiflette followed by coconut pie. Sustained us for the day. Just down from Carcassonne train station, lovely place.

Off to market now. Bob has left for the early flight to Stanstead, poor chap - I have a week of fun and frolics or at least catching of up with work.