Last year in August, my family gave me a car. The only hitch? I had to bring it to Madrid from Ravenna. A really good friend of mine offered to keep me company and we left one hot summer morning.
Because it was more or less halfway and because neither of us had been there, we stopped in Narbonne, not knowing what to expect. And were we pleasantly surprised! Such a quaint little town, growing over a lethargic river and with tall, tall houses that crept upwards and took all the weak sunshine from the streets.
We loved it.
More posts on Narbonne will follow, including a street poem and the run down cathedral, so keep an eye on this page!