With a teenager!!!!!

That’ll be two women to drive Mr Fogg crazy then.

No wonder he looks happy.

It’s the season to be spoooooooky

Just before we climbed onto the plane to Carcassonne I had my usual wander around the airport bookshop. One particular title caught my eye. Drunk Tank Pink.

I just had to buy it.

It’s not the normal book I would buy but it is fascinating and an easy read. It’s all about psychology and some very strange effects that colours, words and symbol have on us as people.

Take for instance bright pink, the colour. Science has proved that if you stare at or are in a room of this colour you are weakened somehow. An experiment with several groups proved the effect. It calms humans, reduces strength and resistance. Hence drunk tank pink colours, it has been proven to reduce aggression of arrested drunks if you lock them in a cell of this colour. Marketing companies use it to help sell products or to get us to linger longer in their stores. I’m currently reading the part about names and how this can affect your future- all about pronounceability. Some fascinating insights and experiments in here.

Worth a read.

Ah yes a weekend of haricot beans and a pressurised flight back to the UK, what bliss for fellow travellers. It has all the makings of Christmas Take 2 Fug.

In the event of oxygen being depleted in the cabin, masks can be purchased from the crew.

A nice few days of food, drink and walking bloody miles.

We now have a new menu option for you to try as well when we see you next, cassoulet. Oh yummy.

menu option

Ooo we got the lingo rockin now.

A day of ambling and eating with sweaty sock pizza followed by the “who can wear most crepè in one sitting.

And the winner is:

Now this is what you call beer

See what he did there, slipped to the lingo already.

A little cooler today and a chance to see more of the cite. I even decided to take a tour of a local torture museum. The only torture was in paying the €9.50 to get in to look at the mannequins covered in blood.

More wombling, more food and more drinks.

First day in Carcassonne (no I’d never heard of it either). 28 degrees and sunny, lovely town house and a rather big castle thingy.

First port of call is (as usual) where to eat, so after a brief womble we found a rather nice empty restaurant. Time to sample the local dish Cassoulet (basically a stew with beans, duck, sausage and pork), very tasty and filling. Mrs Fogg ever the carnivore went for a steak.

Obviously since we are with the folks, there was quite a lot of falling down water (they drink you see).

Today an opportunity to explore the Cite and find more grub.