The flight from London to Carcassonne was easy and uneventful. We rented our car and headed north to Mazamet stopping at a couple of small villages on the way, and practiced our high school French at a restaurant and at a coffee shop. Around five, we arrived at our B and B, a handsomely restored 1934 building owned and run by Mark and Peter. We were the only guests this night and were treated like royalty. Our gourmet dinner consisted of a caramelized onion tart, pork medallions with a hot relish, four kinds of local cheeses, and lemon posset (a cream pudding). Bob still had room after all that for a decaf espresso. Lovely (but cold) day.
