There is quite a town now around the castle and the basilica at Carcassone. Even though it was raining when we were there the place is packed with tourists. The narrow streets are crammed full of eateries, souvenir shops, more souvenir shops and a few more souvenir shops. DH is always a little tetchy when there are swarms of people around but he does understand they were not going to clear the place for us.
There are also a couple of hotels in the citadel. I couldn’t find out – probably due to my appalling French – if any of these buildings had people left in them when they were all ordered to go and live across the river. Did they all flock back again when they heard the tourists were coming?
The only museum worth seeing according to the Trip Advisor reviews was the school. Now I’d hate you to think I am quite this old, but I did recognize some of the things I saw on display. And it was fun to practice writing with a nibbed pen and real blue ink in a pottery inkwell set into the desk. DH chickened out of that one.
Who knows if Edward thought through his decision to abdicate? His reign lasted 326 days one of the shortest ever (if you don’t count Lady Jane Grey who only managed 9 days). He couldn’t marry straight away as Wallace still had to finish getting divorced from husband #2.
Edward was downgraded to a Duke and then took his new wife off to visit Germany (I showed a pic of this a couple of weeks ago). This was not a popular thing to do at that particular time, and from being wildly celebrated when he was younger, life didn’t seem like much fun. He also had to take a huge cut in salary of course. They don’t look wildly happy, do they?
I hope you don’t feel sorry for him, remember what he said when his younger brother died? Here is another quote: from 1920 when he visited Australia about the indigenous Australians: “They are the most revolting form of living creatures I’ve ever seen!! They are the lowest known form of human beings & are the nearest thing to monkeys.”
So you can imagine how he felt down at being demoted, and serve him right.
BEGINNING OF Amie book 3 Amie: Future Shock
Behind her veil, the tears streamed down Amie’s face as she watched them lower the coffins into the freshly dug graves. She could remember little about the previous few days and constantly fought an overwhelming panic. Her mind was a jumble of disconnected thoughts, blurred memories and questions. People she didn’t know well had invaded her world to arrange this terrible funeral.
From where she was standing on the far side of the cemetery, partially concealed behind a tall Natal Mahogany tree, she could see Ouma Adede who had once foretold her future. What was she doing here? There were others: Mrs Motswezi from the orphanage where Amie had first found Angelina, half-familiar faces from the Club, couples they’d dined or swam with at the beach. There was a tall, very good looking man with blonde hair she had never seen before, he was probably from the embassy. And Ken, of course, the sun reflecting off his dark skin and black curly hair that showed his African heritage. Even Jennifer and Patrick were there, but Amie was not allowed to talk to them, neither could she approach them. At one point, without thinking, she’d taken a step forward as if to walk over and join them, but a hand had grabbed her arm and held her back.
“You can’t go any closer, not now, not ever,” the stern voice displayed no emotion.
At last the preacher finished his eulogy. One by one the mourners filed past the graves on the way to their cars. Ouma Adede looked up and stared straight at Amie, even though she was shrouded in a black muslin veil and hidden behind the tree, and Amie could have sworn she gave a brief nod. But then the elderly witchdoctor walked out of the graveyard without a backward glance. Did their eyes really connect or was it her imagination?
Once all the mourners had departed and the preacher had hurried away, Amie was herded straight to the car, then back to her room and once more the door was firmly locked behind her. Now Amie could weep in private.
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Till next week, take care.
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Well I’ll be damned. I thought Carcassonne was just a table game played with my son Leon.
And the pictures on the box look just like the real thing. You live and learn, especially if you follow Lucinda E Clarke!
I’ve never heard of the table game, still trying to puzzle that one out! I’m learning too and they say if I work hard I could pass grade 2 any day now!
Carcassonne is beautiful! But I agree with DH. The old city far too full of tourists. I like the lower city too. I stayed there a couple of years ago and loved it. Those old school desks are lovely, aren’t they? I remember them too! I’ll come and read your history bit later, Lucinda. I’ve not quite got the hang of your tri-partite blog posts yet. My brain can only cope with one subject at a time.
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Tri-partite I love that. Hopefully something for everyone and I always keep them to 800 words or less. I know people are busy. 🙂