Cité de Carcassonne

The Basilique Saint-Nazaire, as seen from the ramparts

Today we went to visit the Cité de Carcassonne, a walled medieval citadel town in the middle of the Carcassonne city proper. There’s just no easy way to describe what it was like. Yes, as the “best preserved medieval citadel in Europe,” it’s very obviously geared towards tourists, but there’s something more to it. It’s like you can almost feel the old stones surrounding you – not pressing, not even supporting, but comforting, stable and eternal, as if they know they’re never going to change.

It’s beautiful.

I could never live in a place like this, overrun by tourists every day, and with the prices so high in every shop… but there’s something so achingly touching about it. It makes me wish I could have seen it in at the height of its time, or when the stones were first being laid, or when construction on the Basilique – easily the most beautiful church I have ever been in – was finally finished.

This whole country makes me restless. Inspiration makes me restless.