After another shitty night...

After another shitty night, we left Carcassonne without stepping foot in the old walled city. It hurt not to go into a place that old with that much history. But we drove away because neither of us was up to walking.

[Lemme say that driving in Carcassonne sucked big time not because the streets are small but because they are poorly marked. Is a street one-way? Who knows, because it's not marked... but there's no way in hell a car going each way could pass because there are cars parked on one side. Is a road a dead-end? Who knows? It's not marked either. That's how I lost a part of the side mirror... I was clear behind the car but not so much on the side. I, for one, was glad to leave.]

We grabbed some lunch for Vicki at a boulangerie on the way [I hadn't eaten anything since Tuesday night so got a piece of foccacia because I thought that it might help my mood but no...] and headed for the coast. Saint-Cyprien, our destination, is on the Mediterranean. This was the view out our back terrace:

And this was the view across the street:

In the marina, there are a few old sailboats.

The highlight of the day (which didn’t last very long) was that we found pistachio soft-serve ice cream. This made Vicki very happy, but only briefly because it didn’t stay with her long. [It sure was delicious going in!]

Tomorrow, we drive to Barcelona and turn in our car. I have to say that with all of our health issues right now, I wish that we were headed home today. I hope that we can enjoy some of Barcelona.