
A week that started with gloom and absolutely nothing planned somehow ended with London, West End shows, good food and a trip to the Pyrénées Orientales.
How did that happen?
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A week that started with gloom and absolutely nothing planned somehow ended with London, West End shows, good food and a trip to the Pyrénées Orientales.
How did that happen?
Click in and find out — my bank manager may already know. 😜

A kidney stone, German guests, a cassoulet that should probably be reported to the authorities, and a Rafale loud enough to rearrange the furniture from 5 km away… and just when we thought the week couldn’t get more exciting, a grass fire brought four Canadairs into the airshow. In other words, a perfectly normal week in Carcassonne.
Someone forgot to tell the sun, though — 34°C, a pool, German guests, a chicken tajine and rather too much wine suggest that summer has simply refused to leave.
🍂 Der Herbst ist offiziell angekommen … angeblich.
Jemand hat allerdings vergessen, der Sonne Bescheid zu sagen – 34 °C, ein Swimmingpool, deutsche Gäste, ein Hähnchen-Tajine und etwas zu viel Wein lassen vermuten, dass der Sommer einfach beschlossen hat, nicht zu gehen. 😎☀️🍷