I arrive in Carcassonne alone, and drag my wheelie case along the cobbled streets to find the house we saw when we came here a few weeks before
I am a huntress. I know when I am getting close, even though I am not that familiar with the streets. I just feel that I am getting closer
I have only a short time before I have to catch my train, but I just hang around outside, taking photos when I think no-one is looking. Does this make me a house stalker?
Yes, most definitely, as I press my face to the window to see inside It was for sale but the owner has now decided to ‘renovate’. I don’t know what that really means, but I hope they will not strip the original interior features that I can still see
It’s the many details which make this wonderful house. Each one is complete in its own right, but they also work together to create the beaux-arts building
Hundreds of people must pass by this street every day, yet other than the graffiti artist who has recently made their mark, few seem to notice it. Does that make it any less special?
I think not