Monuments museums of very old stuff, archeology of the area. Situated in a palace, now city hall, that the archbishop used in his right to collect tolls and tariffs. All the comforts of the XII-XIII century.

Moules: rarely see tunnel in a tomatoes and pepper sauce. This area calls it moules à la Narbonnaise. We first encountered them 40 years ago in Figueres. But that is another story.

The sauce of local herbs, tomatoes, garlic ( is there ever enough garlic) was excellent as were the plumb and juicy moules; everyone opened.

Were they as good as Figueres? Memory is an inconsistent voyager but I think only very close. I remember spicier.

Morosité: Sitting next to me was a French couple from Paris. Surprisingly they offered me some cold water as service for my bottle was slow. We struck up a conversation, they put up with my French as they spoke no English. Claimed to understand what I was saying. I asked them about how the tourism was doing on France as some areas were empty but busy in the south.

This year pretty good. But, next year we are not so confident, could be bad.

They taught me two new words: cheaper and globism referring to language change.

Went back to marvel at the height and construction of the cathedral. See the picture of the stonework and now imagine cutting each stone by hand and then, for those approaching the ceiling, hauling them up without a crane. There are a lot of stones in a cathedral.

Final dinner at Flo. Soup Dee Poisson again, it was so good, and a salad with some lobster.

Back on the road tomorrow, I can almost smell the sea.

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