Carcassonne for the night

Our train adventures continue.  This time from Toulouse to Carrcassonne, France.  Because of our past history with trains in Europe, we opted to arrive at the train station, just across the street from our hotel, with enough time to decipher the symbols and find our gate. We already had tickets, so there was a pretty good chance we could get there. The departure signs only listed Narbone as a destination, but we think we know that is just past Carcassone.  To verify, we stopped at a ticket information office to check.  In an excited tone, we were directed down the nearby stairs and to platform 10.  We had 4 minutes; we were 1 hour and 4 minutes early.  No matter, just catch the earlier train. 


The train sped along, stopping at small towns along the way.  Beautiful country, pastures and farmland and houses.  






Carcassone was a pleasant surprise.  Another beautiful old city. Lots of charm and character as is so much of  what we’ve seen. Narrow streets lined with shops and restaurants and bakeries with apartments on top.  This particular charming city, however, was protected by an absolutely huge castle, high atop a hill, overlooking the going’s on.  At this moment we still need to research the history of the castle but it is genuine mid-evil. We took in all of the sights possible and had a terrific evening watching the castle bathed in light as the night fell. 




















Tomorrow, Narbonne and Barcelona for our final night of our trip. 

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