Or the dusty 13th century version of it. There's just a huge castle right here north of the Pyrenees, and they call it La Cite, but you can call it that castle in Carcassone that has three too many shops that sell metal swords that actually can't kill you except from blunt trauma. Not to mention terrible t-shirts that have inexplicable statements like "Good Girls go to Paradise; bad girls go to Carcassone." To do what? Eat nutella crepes while listening to some ex-hippie talk about mead and point out the holes castillians poured hot oil out of?
Well, yeah, because Carcassone is the best place we've been on the trip so far. It's even got good Indian food.
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awesome.
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