Last day exploring the Alzonne/Carcassonne area.

Not much sleep last night. I suspect the range and amount of wine last night had something to do with it. Jenny and Paul both had to work so I set off for the paper mill. Was quite a bumbling journey. Though a really lovely drive through more out-of-the-way areas, meaning narrow and windy roads, it was tricky to find the mill. Took a few attempts at parking and getting instructions - no English here - to find it. I had a go at driving down the road which was more of a rugged track to where the mobility parking was supposed to be. Then had to do a 8 point turn to turn around. I ended up walking into a small group of artists who were very sweet and took me through to the shop and some of the water runs and huge steel wheels turning. But it was right on closing time for lunch and so I left a bit deflated. I had thought I might return later for the 3.30 pm tour. But on reflection I decided it was going to be too challenging physically.

I then drove to the lovely village of Montolieu - known for books and arts. I mean, lots of wee book shops crammed with old books and magazines. But I had arrived at 12.30pm when most were closed for lunch. It's really is the low tourism season so only a few of us tourists were wandering around. Thankfully there was one restaurant open with a 3 course lunch on offer, and a very chipper Irish woman serving. So I holed up for lunch and wine and chatted with some locals.

Then a wander through the village and a church.

The church felt in-use by the locals and the presentation was casual. I was pleased to find this harmonium/ expressive organ - designed to sound like an organ yet more accessible - in cost and size. I've added the photo of the explanation - thanks to google translate.

Then home to a last night with Jenny & Paul. Paul cooked a great veal dish. We nibbled on meringues, dried melons, and truffle nuts to finish. I have so enjoyed their company and they have offered me wonderful hospitality. I'm very grateful indeed. And will keep up this family connection for sure.

The lovely tree lined road just before Bram. Yes, I did take this photo while driving. I couldn't see a place to pull over and no cars behind me, I couldn't resist! Plane trees - apparently Napoleon ordered the lining of roads with them. Many have been removed because of the number of deaths due people hitting them when they lose control of their car.

I'm dashing off this blog from the train on my way to Agen. I'm kinda proud of driving on my own here. On the drive to Alzonne I was passed by cars as I sat to 90/100 kph, but on the way back from Alzonne I sailed past those trucks at 130kph - the brief push to the left as passing was a bit disconcerting at first, but got used to it quickly. Found my way straight to the train station hire car depot with an hour to kill.

Nine days of jewellery making next.