After a wonderful day strolling around Dol I returned to the railway station to catch my train to Paris.
Despite Paul explaining the way back to the station I managed to get lost and a vey kind lady thankfully pointed me in the right direction.
This journey involved changing staitions at Paris. When I realized this was the case, I did some research about the options and decided to go the totally stress free route and to get a taxi. This was one of those times that the cost was not a consideration. I needed to make my connection and it would be late in the evening when I arrived in Paris. This was not the time to choose the cheapest way to do it and then get lost on the metro. lol I arrived at the Montparnasse station on time and walked out into the Paris evening. It was a clear night.
I paused to take in the scene for a moment and then started searching for the taxi rank. Eventuallly I came across the line of waiting taxis and began my journey across Paris.
It was kind of exciting to think I was in Paris, driving down its framous streets in a taxi. I was thinking it would have been nice to suddenly spy the Eiffel Tower out of my window, but no such luck. lol
I really had no desire to stay in Paris at this time, as I plan to visit it one day with a friend and to be able to share the experiences with whoever that may be.
I got a few pictures out of the taxi window as we drive along, just for memories sake.
This was the same train my daughter Beth had taken when she travelled to Carcassonne years ago. She was alone at the time too, and she told me she went for a coffee in a cafe just up the road and to the left of the station.
When I arrived in Carcassonne it was a chilly January morning and I walked up to the cafe for a coffee. I thought of Beth doing the same thing and it was a comforting thought. A shared experience.
I had a cafe au lait and a croissant.
This was my first experience of the European concept of a bar and coffee shop being one and the same place.
It was nice to sit in the warmth of this fancy establishment. Soon I wandered back to the station and was interested in the canal that was in front of the station. I later discovered it was Le Canal Du Midi, that travels across France and is a national treasure.
I had to wait until 9:00 before I got picked up by John from La Muse Inn. I was grateful for my warm scarf and gloves as I sat in the station waiting room.
As 9:00 approached, a woman came up to me and asked if I was going to La Muse Inn. There seemed to be an instant connection. I was delighted to meet Jena, who was from Australia, and of a similar age to me. I felt reassured that I would not be the odd one out at the writers retreat, :-) I didn't realize this had been on my mind, but I suppose it had, as I had no idea of the ages etc of the participants.
While we waited for John I got a great picture of the hotel near the station.
Next we went to the grocery store and got our food supplies for the next week. I had signed up for the ride package, which meant there would be weekly tips into Carcassonne for sight seeing and grocery shopping. The last week would be a trip to Lastours.
As we drove into the mountains we passed through some lovely villages.
Lastours also had this amazing chimney. I would find out more about that later.
I was fascinated by the towers on the hilltop and couldn't wait till we paid them a visit later in my stay.
It was an exciting moment when we drove into Labastide Esparbairenque, as it would be my home for the next four weeks.
We just had to be patient and wait. :-)
Then we continued on our way. We were finally at La Muse.
Little did I think when I found La Muse on the internet so many years ago that I would actually be here in the flesh, attending a four week writiers retreat. Powerful visualizations apparently bring results and what you can dream can come can to be!
There was the introductory tour of the village to look forward to, as well as our crepe luncheon where we would share out hopes for the time spent at La Muse. But that my friends, is another story.