Albi

The musee Toulouse-Lautrec in Albi held me for an hour or so as Ally read his book in the square, on route to Carcassonne. The day stretched and lunch of baguette was eaten in the shade of a tree in the cathedral square. Not a bad wee picnic lunch.

The journey to Carcassonne was long awaited and the welcome from my big cuz and Margaret was touching. They actually seemed quite pleased to see us.

They fed and watered wined us into the night. I have a wonderful family!
Hic!


Oh the blip?
The gardens of the Musee Toulouse Lautrec.