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Wednesday, 1 August 2012

Castles, cures and cassoulet


After our wonderful swim and picnic on the beech we headed towards Lourdes with high hopes, we found a camperstop in Pau on the way which was basically a car park heaving with campervans.

I am afraid we are now motorhome geeks that enjoy nothing more than the sight of a hoards of them lined up.

Sunday 28th: Lourdes, for me, disappointed greatly but I guess I am an atheist who hates tacky tourist spots and Andy spent most of the day amused at my frustration with the place.
Arriving in the town we were suffocated by souvenir shops and crowds who have forgotten how to smile.

All of our friends nearly received gifts of Virgin Mary shaped water bottles, filled with holy water, lucky people.


There are two sides to Lourdes, the centre is milking the towns meaning for all its worth and the Grotto is where the magic, sorry i mean religious ceremonies, happen.

We headed to Sanctuaries Notre Dame de Lourdes to see swarms of people in wheelchairs

Andy Fact: Each year the place sees about 70,000 invalids, with only one certifiable miracle each decade.

Among the crowds were visitors from Newcastle and Hexham Diocese and Shrewsbury Diocese, a small world indeed.

After taking as many pictures as possible and seeing the sights we made a swift exit and vowed to go somewhere a bit more fun and friendly.

So we set off on our own pilgrimage towards Carcassonne.

Tuesday Morning: I seem to have lost a few days here and there, lets just assume that we are sunbathing, drinking beer and unsurprisingly being forced by Andy to
visit as many French DIY shops as possible, much to my delight.

After spending a romantic evening walking around Carcassonne castle we cuddled up in bed to watch some West Wing.


We are now heading towards the coast to Narbonne after a day of walking around the castle in the sunshine, it is such an incredible place, you can walk around the outer walls, overlooking the town and Pyrenees, the rest of the castle is full of narrow, cobbled streets filled with restaurants and shops.

We stopped to eat the traditional dish named cassoulet, well, after convincing Andy that eating pizza everywhere we go is not allowed until we reach Italy.
Andy has decided that he will be doing all of the driving because he doesn’t even nearly trust me enough and generally for the good of our relationship therefore I get to drink beer for breakfast lunch and dinner.