Journal Entry: Onward Paris

We got up about 7am this morning and cooked some eggs and toast for breakfast. Then we made sure Katy was up because she was going to hitch a ride into town with us.

We walked over to Preixan for the first time. It was very small, not much to see. Just the little church and an ancient tower. The church would have probably been cool to see on the inside, but according to the Scottish girl, who's name escapes me, who was working at the hostel, it is rarely open.


Then we turned in our key, got Katy and drove to Carcassonne. Getting gas was much less of a fiasco than yesterday. Katy taught me how to say “Do you take cash?” in French. “Prenez vous déspece.” I don't know if I've spelled that right. Probably not. She talked to the people for me though. Then we parted ways after finding a parking space.

We went to look for food and I found a patisserie shop on the square de Centre Villa (the new town) that looked good and bought a chicken sandwich and a pastrie. V. bought a brownie to split later on the train.

Then we went back to the car, and drove it to the train station. The “reserve Avis” spot was free, so we parked there, not far from the waiting area. I took the key to the counter and said in garbled French that I needed to return the car.

The man understood me but then said something really fast that I didn't understand. Repeating it didn't help. I need to remember to ask them to speak slower, but I get flustered. “Lentment, s'il vous plait!” V. understood what he was getting at, and she doesn't speak any French.

He was pointing me to a woman in blue, which I should have comprehended but as I said, he was speaking too fast.

She took our keys, signed off on the rental agreement, and we sat down and waited. We were an hour early which was good. V. went across the street to get McDonald's (again!).
I decided to wait to eat my sandwich until I got on the train. It was a very, very good sandwich too. The train ride was uneventful and boring. Stared at the countryside and wrote out some postcards.

We arrived in Paris a little late, a little after 6pm. We found the metro, with the help of a map and a man miming which way to go. We found an information desk, and the man was very helpful and spoke great English. He told us which line to take and where to buy our tickets.
We waited a while in line to buy our tickets and when I got up there the agent said he didn't speak English. Lies! I heard him speak English to an obnoxious Asian tourist. But whatever. It forced me to ask in garbled French for a 'carnet' of tickets, and he understood me! Yay! I was quite happy with myself. So now we are at the hostel. We are staying at St. Christopher's in Paris. It is nice. We ate dinner in the bar downstairs, mine was €13, but we were tired and didn't feel like looking for anything else. The burger and fries were good. I really need to find French food tomorrow.

The showers were nice, they had a place to hang clothes and were fairly private. Now it is bed time, we have a long day tomorrow.

I miss the Pyrenees.

Journal Entry: The Long Post

I found a pen today at a bookshop in Mirepoix. It's a lovely purple color as you can see. (Well, you could see in the original.) It cost €2.50, but is nice for that price.

I will write about yesterday first since I ran out of ink.

As I was saying, the ticket people at the train station didn't even speak enough English to point me to where to pick up the rental car. Finally we found a nice guy who did. He tried to send us down the street to some other location, to which I pointed out that the reservation said to pick up at the rail station. He took the reservation and I suppose they called someone and finally he told us to and wait “over there”. I was tired and so I went and waited where he said but then I had doubts that I had heard or understood him correctly. V. gave me hell for going back to ask, but I said better safe than sorry. It was indeed the correct location.

Finally after about ten minutes a very nice lady from Avis showed up. She spoke quite a bit of English which was fantastic.

She drove us over to the rental car, a Nissan. She showed us where to return it to, and I was quite nervous about driving here. I asked her how to get to Preixan (pray-x-san), which I wasn't pronouncing correctly, but she had me write it down, and she recognized the place and told me to follow the signs for Limoux.

I had mapquest directions as well, that I made the mistake of trying to follow. There are no numbered road signs here, or they are few and far between, and quite small if they exist.
Finally we saw a sign for Preixan and made it to the village. Also learning that the speed limit signs are quite ambiguous as well and that the speed limit is understood, supposedly.

Once in the village there were signs to Sidsmums. Jan, the lady who runs the place is delightful (not to be confused with my mother-in-law Jan). I was able to wash some clothes by hand and hang them to dry on a line.


The only drawback is that the dorm is in what was once a wine press, and it is damp, and a bit cold. Also the mattresses are quite thin, and I'm a bit too old and a bit too fat to be sleeping on so thin a mattress, so my thighs were a bit sore when I woke up, but I walked it off. Otherwise the location is great and Jan is quite knowledgeable about the area.

We woke up this morning and made breakfast, but I'm getting ahead of myself. We got some food at the Marché down at the end of the lane last night, for breakfast this morning, some eggs and bread, and a piece of sausage for me.

Then Jan gave us directions back to Carcassonne so we could go find something to eat. We found free parking in the new town, and it was convenient. We walked across the bridge and could see Carcassonne from a distance, it was fantastic. We ate at a restaurant in the old city's square, called Le Trouvér. It was only €25 for the two of us and that included a pitcher of wine.



We then walked around the walled part of the old Cité and it was amazing. They light it up at night and it was like something other worldly.



We managed to find our way back to the hostel with minimal trouble.

So on to today. We woke up early, about 7:30am and cooked breakfast. We then got directions from Jan on how to get to Montségur. She insisted we stop at Mirepoix and I'm glad we did.


We first went to Carcassonne though, to the Saturday morning market. It was nice, but I don't have room to be buying much of anything. Then we went to Mirepoix. They had a lot of interesting shops, including a “witch” shop with these silly little witch dolls that cackled. It was quite funny. They also had toy medieval soldiers, which I know Andy would love, but I'd have never been able to it home in one piece.

We then ate at a pizzeria for €11 for the both of us. They didn't charge us for water either which was nice. The place was right across from the British Store, but I didn't get the name of it. It was in a really old building with a barrel vaulted ceiling.



Then we saw a bike race go by on the way back to the car.

Then it was on to Montségur. The countryside here is simply breathtaking. Gorgeous. Words, even pictures, cannot do it justice. We climbed Montségur. It took us at least forty five minutes but the views were worth it. Such a beautiful place, to have such a terrible history. On the way up I picked a couple purple flowers and left them on the memorial to all those who died there. It's truly an amazing place, and one must see it in person to understand it.


The descent was harder than the climb up. Very difficult and dangerous. I nearly turned my ankles and knees a couple of times. And to think that an army managed to drag siege engines to the top! Crazy.

After we got back to the car all hot and sweaty, we went to the museum in the (modern) semi-medieval village. They have artifacts from the site, and souvenirs. I bought a pack of postcards for €5.50 that depict an Illumination chronicling the Albigensian Crusade. I also bought a key chain with the symbol of the Languedoc on it. {technically the cross of Toulouse} Then we left and drove to Foix. We saw the castle from the outside, but decided it was getting late and that we'd better head back, so we didn't go inside.



We went back through Quillan. We saw Puivert from the road. I really must come back here sometime for a couple of weeks and see all of the historic sites.

We met a girl named Katy, she's staying at the hostel too, and she came with us to Carcassonne again this evening. I ate again at the same place we ate last night. Katy had already eaten dinner so she went and walked around the town.

V. and I split fries and had cheese burgers. The French do make good American food. It only cost us €17 with drinks.

Afterwards we walked around the walls again, with Katy. She's coming with us tomorrow to Peyrepertuse and Quèribus. We're also going to Rennes-le-Chateau. The church there is supposed to be very weird.

*”SARKO BUSH ­Á MORTIR” -graffiti on the road to Quillan. Cracked us up.