Mirepoix Medaevil Town

We drove to Mirepoix, where it was market day and the streets were full of people, food, clothing and assorted tatt - although in fairness a very fine and extensively stocked music stall, where I could have spent all my holiday money if I'd had space in my baggage, or indeed holiday money...

This shot was taken in the afternoon, with most of the traders decamped and the streets cleaned by the local workforce. Our penultimate full day here was completed with a meal in Aigne. I rather suspect our final full day here is going to be ever so relaxed.

I'm going to miss the cicada's hauntingly beautiful song, ahem. Truth to tell I've not been bothered by tinnitus the whole time we've been here... go figure. Oh, and out little friend is back (extra)