American expat in Uzes travels to Carcassonne in the south of France
The Barefoot Blogger’s recent trip to Carcassonne was the second time I’ve visited the medieval city in the south of France. Once was with mon fils in November. This time, I saw it in the summer through the eyes of McKenna, my 10-year old guest.
And yes … there was a party going on!
The night this picture was taken we had just arrived in town by train after a day on the beach in Sete.
We arrived later than anticipated in Carcassonne because we missed the train in Sete. (Long story, but let’s just say I misread the ticket information — darn world clock!) When we got to Carcassonne, it was close to time for the fireworks display — our main reason for being there in the first place. Problem was we were starving. We stopped at a cafe to grab a quick bite. (Ahh… nothing quick about service in France, even when there’s a fireworks show in town.) We quickly received our drinks, but no menu or request for an order. It was now fifteen minutes before the fireworks would begin. That’s when I slapped down a twenty euro bill on the table and motioned for my friends to follow me… and hurry. We were not going to come all this way and miss the main event!
In our defense, we did return to the same restaurant later. We apologized profusely to the waiter and to the chef, who came out to serve us personally, and we walked away with new friends.
Leaving the fireworks display along with thousands of sightseers, and after our “make-up” dinner, this was what was waiting for us at our AirBNB apartment.
Quite bizarre. Along with the circular kingsized bed and “unique” lighting, our apartment had a jacuzzi in the corner of the bedroom. All opened into the living area.
Ok, we knew it was going to be “unusual” accommodations from the AirBNB description “formerly a bar and restaurant.” We, however, were not quite expecting all this …
Happily, we found that the apartment was only steps away from the bridge where the crowds gathered for the Bastille Day fireworks. McKenna thought the setup was a blast. Her mom and I were amused. It was only a one night stay.
The next day we walked from the town into to the historic walled city.
Carcassonne looks like this to a 10-year old
A little of this …
A lot of this
One happy camper …
If a 10-year old is happy, Momma is happy.