Friday, 11 July 2008
Fireworks on Bastille Day in Carcassonne
I'm getting hugely excited about the prospect of going to see the fireworks in Carcassonne on Bastille Day which is July 14th. I adore fireworks and am one of those noisy people that exclaims out loud whenever there's a fresh burst of cannon powder. The display which is one of the largest in Europe lasts for a full twenty five minutes and reaches it's crescendo with 1200 charges detonated over La Cités facade in 6 seconds. Awesome.
You'll be glad to hear though that I've been very very busy this week diligently dealing with enquiries from people looking for quality self catering accommodation in the Languedoc and as you all know that's me !! When I'm full I pop them round the corner to a friend who has a terribly sweet gite. In fact I'm thinking of giving myself a pay rise on the strength of all my hard work. Very good idea meethinks.
Meanwhile 2b and I had a triumph in the Thrift Shop department the other day. Now I'm not ashamed to admit to anybody that I wear recycled clothes. In fact I'm very proud of the fact that I'm not a follower of fad fashions and am perfectly happy to mix new and vintage clothing together. They had a sale on, fill a black plastic sack for 15 euro's. 'We don't need to spend that amount' I said tartly until 2b's arms were at breaking point with Levi 501's and a pair of coveted Diesel jeans. Oh in the end I succumbed and starting filling the bag with linen drapes, cotton shift dresses and a baby soft cashmere pullover. The heat was stifling in the shop and the poor boy nearly buckled under the weight of the bag as he toppled it into my trusty old GTI convertible. The very nice man gave me a lovely necklace (to match my blue eye's) as we left. 2b and I chortled to ourselves all the way home.
The Small Cross One meanwhile swings herself a holiday on the Mediterranean coast with a friend. The friends Mother arrives and as they go to leave I quite naturally ask if there's room for me in the suitcase. The woman recoils back in an alarmed fashion.
Now whether this is down to my request or the fact that I have been a demon this week munching on the fabulous fresh pink garlic of the season pulled straight from the ground I couldn't say.
I don't suppose I'll ever know either.