Moissac on the Tarn

Following a tip from Christian Weper, we headed to the region around the Tarn River. The area is very beautiful and we thought we shouldn't miss it. After the bad experiences with the French toll booths (the drive from Provence to Carcassonne cost a whopping 37€), this time we only drove on country roads. Due to the French holiday on June 5th, the roads were empty and we made good progress. The downside was that we had to abandon our original plan to shop in the morning. Unfortunately, this also meant that we couldn't immediately get breakfast for ourselves, which led to strong mood swings for some participants. Thank goodness Adlerauge Jelto discovered a bakery in a village that had wonderfully fresh baguettes and croissants. So Bine was able to prepare her breakfast and came back to the driver's cabin in a better mood.

Our campsite in Moissac was wonderfully located on a peninsula on the Tarn. We only had to drive through the old mill and over the bridge. Unfortunately, our motorhome was about 7cm too high for the passage. So we parked on the open space next to the entrance of the campsite. At first, we were not too thrilled about it. However, we were completely to ourselves, which created a completely different special charm.

On the first evening, there was a fireworks display for the city's holiday. It was fired about 25m away from our motorhome. For a moment, we thought the sky was falling on our heads. And Per, who was already sleeping, was quite startled and wondered what was happening, but thanks to Papa's singing skills, he quickly fell back to sleep. After enduring 30 minutes of hell, we had survived.

We spent the remaining two days as usual, sleeping, cycling, and taking walks. We passed by a ship bridge, which looked quite amazing. It was a canal that crossed the Tarn.

On the last day, Jelto and Per took their nap together and I went out alone. First, I visited the Saint Pierre Abbey, which has a cloister with 76 capitals. Then I cycled through the city and onto the Camino de Santiago. There weren't as many people as I expected, I had seen more pilgrims in the city.