Up at a sensible hour to finish off the house full of washing. A quick bite of breakfast, then off the the Toulouse Space Museum.

Upon arrival, even Yvonne was impressed with what you could see behind the fence (An Ariane 5 rocket), and once inside, the quality of the museum quickly wiped away any recollection of the entry price. Built like a theme park, the main building is crammed full of interactive exhibits, and while much of the dialogue was in French, there was enough written in English to get the general gist. We skirted rowdy school groups for a couple of hours and played with the toys galore. I claim vistory in the giant roller ball spinny thingy (Yvonne kept flying off the edge), and we stood mesperized while tiny pellets of dry ice tumbellled off a mini conveyor belt into a liquid, then performed cartwheels and collisions under a dome. Could have watched that for hours. After clmbering around the rockets, watching an excellent 3d movie and playing many more games, we scooted to Carrefours for some food and drink, and an attempt at filling the almost empty Diesel car.

We had tried one petrol station the day before (Who didin't have diesel) so we tried Carrefour this time (As we were going there for food anyway) but had the same issue - no diesel. Surprising for a place with so many Diesels. We got Broccoli the GPS to start finding the nearest petrol stations and planned to just hop from one to another. When the first hit was yesterday's fair, Yvonne went in to ask in Fringlish, where we could get some... Once we had pulled in, Yvonne went all ;Lost puppy' to the attendant to ask if they knew where we could get some

....and they had a laugh and said 'here'. It's Gazole, silly.... (It said Diesel on the last pump we used!)

Tail between legs, we made tracks via the toll roads at 130km/hr, stopping at a nice picnic spot with auto toilets along the way. Carcassonne the destination.

As we pulled onto the bridge near our accommodation, we saw th magnificent walled city on the hill on our right. Spectacular! Our accommodation was nestted between us and the castle, so we knew we had scored an amazing location again. A few poky one way streets, taking advantage of the electric fold in mirrors to squeeze past some cars. e a) found a street park, b) wal ked up past some workmen carrying in a new window and c) Realised they were carrying it into our accomm. Out came our host Auriean, who proudly welcomed us (with pretty good english) and showed us around their beautiful modern home, and he also explained that 30 minutes ago we didn't have a window.... His was being installed upstairs as we toured that will lead onto their new deck...so they can sit and look at the castle whenever they like.

Looks like we have to come back next year to check out the finished deck! The house is tucked in narrow one way streets in the old part of town, and we lucked on a parking spot nearby. Once we'd done the bag drop, we walked.....

The 'castle' is stunning. Picture postcard perfect, high on a hill, with massive walls, turrets, nooks and crannies - all to be explored for hours, then once you venture inside the walls, it's bustling with shops, restuarants and fellow tourists. The battery on Yvonne's camera was smokin'!

We clambered, climbed, wandered and walked through every street and alleyway we could find. Eventually (Some 3 or so hours later) we sat down at one of the many restaurants around the centre square and had some local dinner. Yvonne had a skinful of wine. (OK, just a large bottle...). We then wandered out of the walls and down into the old city so that we could get an excellent view from the bridge while the sun set. Spectacular again... Once batteries were depleted, we wandered the short distance home, only to stagger past our hosts who had gone out to dinner. A quick Fringlish chat before heading home to re-org, then sort for the last dash to Narbonne in the morning. Looks like about an hour's drive on tollways.