We couldn’t, and shouldn’t have stretched it any longer, if we wanted to get to Spain at all. Eventually, after ten days that passed like one, we left for Carcassonne to spend the easiest two days on the road along Canal du Midi. Sooner than expected, since we found the shortcut that again was not on the map, we arrived in Villegailhenc, where until now Amandine’s aunt Sophie and her husband Patrice live. Well, Pat, who as the time passed, happened to be nicknamed Poune, deserves a special story, and I wouldn’t be the one to write it all. As he himself says, his job in Carcassonne is to test the sun tanning lotions, and his golden brown skin proves his success, meanwhile in the house, as the only man, along with the choice of movies
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