Our grand motorhome tour of France October 11th Day Forty Five

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October 11th – Day Forty-five

What is there to do in Carcassonne?

We need to be heading back up north. Our self-imposed isolation has to end. We are still testing positive. It has been over two weeks now but the lines are much fainter. We have well and truly passed the infectious stage. It is time to go.

Up by 7am; packed away and over the waste drain by 0730.

Having not kept up with the news for the last fortnight here or in France, the French fuel strikes come as a big shock to us. We have a quarter of a tank left! Ho hum!

We find the nearest petrol station using an app that a French motorhomer shared with us and we queue for thirty minutes. The queue is six deep and stretches for two hundred metres down the access road.

Only we could pick the petrol station where the pumps are antiquated. It takes me 15 minutes, no seriously, fifteen minutes to fill the tank. It’s chaos. Fuel spillages below the pumps make it treacherous under foot. People are frustrated and desperate. There is a 30-euro fuel cut off per car. I’m not aware of this and neither is my pump. 60 euros later and I have become the centre of good natured and good-humoured French banter! And the butt of some BREXIT jokes. I stop at sixty euros. I could have filled the tank but as soon as I am made aware of the limit at all the other pumps, I stop – it so happens at 60 euros. People are now jostling behind us for our pump. It is the ‘magic’ pump. A bit like the magic genie lamp. Everyone wants it!

It is our first big distance drive in over a fortnight and so I take it slowly. We stop off frequently at roadside Aires and call in at Carcassonne, parking in the coach park Aire, a five-minute walk to the citadel.





We are really excited about visiting Carcassonne but strangely it disappoints us; we find it almost Disney-fied for want of a better term.  A right tourist trap. The battlements are good; the streets within, over commercialised. There is a little church with stunning stain glass windows though. We find it all a little expensive, tacky, overrated and disappointing but we manage to find a nice Templar Knight tapestry for number one son. He’s a historian – he’ll be pleased with it. The Knights Templar are one of his interests.



We spend an hour in Carcassonne. That’s it. We have probably done it an injustice.







 Towards late afternoon we reach Les Violette's campsite just outside Toulouse. It’s dated in style but with good generous pitches under tall trees. They charge us for cancellation insurance despite us emailing them that we didn't need it and it’s expensive for just a pitch with EHU and water tap.

A helpful note to those visiting Toulouse. One of the LeClerc’s, Carcassonne Sud, is now closed and you have to go around five hundred metres back up the road to a new purpose-built retail shopping centre where you will find a new one there.

Useful information:

Route: D2 – A9 – A61 – D6113 to Carcassonne and then A61 – D813 to Toulouse

Distance: 142 miles

Costs: campsite 72 euros; fuel 60 euros

Useful websites: https://www.searchforsites.co.uk/marker.php?id=33170 











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