Last Day in Carcassonne

Marie rose early and walked three blocks to our new favorite boulangerie for the best croissants we've EVER eaten, a fantastique way to start any day. Afterward we cleaned the apartment walked down to Place Carnot to see the Thursday Market, smaller than Saturday's, and then over to Mono Prix to purchase snacks for the train trip back to Paris in the morning.

For our final meal here, we headed to La Cite and ate at Le St. Jean and had yet another amazing meal with the best unobstructed view of the castle. Thursday's in April are quiet in La Cite, but in a few short weeks, this place will be inundated with tourists from everywhere. We're getting out while the getting's good.

Our new favorite boulangerie. We never would have discovered
this one if our old favorite hadn't gone on vacation.

A traditional boulanger.

Please note that she's smiling. By day 3 we were sharing stories
and she was delighted we wanted pictures.

Petit dejeuner doesn't get any better than this.

Check out the layers! And yes, it's danged buttery!

For .80 Euros, you get a croissant as big as your head.

Lunch at Le St. Jean.

Chicken caesar salad, a specialty of the house.

Dessert to die for! The chocolate cake was dense, chocolatey,
and arrived with a jar of whipped cream AND a small pot
of sweet cream just in case you needed it.

And a cafe finishes off le repas.

Our waiter didn't speak any English and he was delighted
that Marie understood him and could speak French.

Little warriors work off their lunch.

One more time around La Cite.

Besieged by French Voitures.

Workers demonstration taken from our backyard. Getting ready

for May Day. Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite!

The world over workers have lost ground.

Rue Voltaire, our street, a final long look.

"And the sign said...." Sign, sign everywhere a sign just take a
look it's a blownin' my mind.