We were woken early this morning by a noisy thunderstorm. It kept rumbling on and off while we were having hotel breakfast, and the rain was steady, so we decided against walking the route D had sussed out last night, and got a cab to the bus station.
The bus was a nice one, with wifi, but it was only short. We had commented yesterday that Andorra la Vella (the town, not the country) was not at a high altitude (1020m), but as we left, we kept getting higher and higher, past ski villages with their lifts and trails between the trees.
After that, the road kept going down and down and down. By Foix we had left the mountains, and went through farming land until Toulouse, France's 4th biggest city.
Charles took a little while to come to let us in to his home, then he zoomed off the the station.
and found the Jacobite Convent, another amazingly vast C13 building. The church is made with coloured stone, which up close looked like stacks of turkish delight.
We paid to go into the cloister and other buildings. There were a couple of guys dressed in period costume, who had their local audience really interested, and it was a shame that we couldn't understand most of what they were saying. There were ancient (C17) tombstones set into the paving. The refectory, chapter house etc were open, having been restored after use by the army during the revolution.
We wandered around for about an hour, then found a supermarket on the way home.
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