Zeus wanted to remind us that we were in his land, so decided to remind us what travelling was really about:
1/ We went to the tourist office to purchase an all inclusive museum pass, and discovered all the site in Narbonne that we came here to see were closed on Tuesdays!
2/ We stopped at Monoprix to buy picnic supplies (a knife, paper napkins, paper plates) and my Barklay's credit card was refused. Kate's is ok, but there's a Barclay branch in Arles, and we're going to stop tomorrow and see if we can find out what the problem may be.
3/ Because nothing was open in Narbonne, we decided to visit FontFroid instead. This is a monastary not far from Narbonne. The map was very misleading, and a 15 minute drive took over an hour. We were never lost, but Slyvie TomTom was.
On the other hand, we stopped at the local marche, and bought some fresh cherries, a dry sausage, and 2 local cheeses. The market was typically French, and a delight to the senses.
Musical interlude: Narbonne was the birthplace of singer Charles Trenet. You probably know him by these (careful, may be ear virus.)
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