We celebrate St Michael's feast day every year and in return he protects the town, obviously. Here in the photo was yesterday mornings' setup, before the town feast. I gather it went well.
There have been other events and right now rather a good band are playing in the square.
Not feeling too sociable myself, what with one thing and another; and today I hear that Michel Journet of the Pink Palace in Quillan has gone to join our many friends in the sky. He beat back his cancer a few years ago, putting his success down to 'eating good food' - his restaurant being a loved and popular space.
Cheerier news, very good news indeed, indeed, is that Carcassonne train station has got lifts. No café, few staff, rubbish toilets but lets not moan. The lifts are the most expensive box I have ever been in - 9.8 million euros. Enjoy!!
And... under the old bridge, hazy but still fishing. No otters though.
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