Back into France

 After yesterday's pastry-based unpleasantness, we were left with no real option other than to leave the country.

It may give you an insight into the depth of our despair in that we considered France to be the better option.

And so, once more sweeping unchallenged through the lax border controls, we were back in France.

We stopped for lunch at the small town of Mirepoix.

(Yes, I thought it was a method of cooking vegetables too.....)

It's a quite remarkable little town, with a square surrounded by multicoloured medieval buildings and arches. Rather like Chester could have been, if only they had ignored the town planners.

And had access to some paint....

There's a cathedral too, dedicated to the unlikely sounding St.Maurice.

We're now in Carcassonne, on a pre-birthday treat organised by JB.

Full report tomorrow.