Let’s not lose sight of beauty. Let’s not forget how to feel wonder and excitement and awe.
I would have posted this on Friday, but events interfered. Looking through the photos, I thought, wait, this is what is right with France.
Carcassonne put on a fantastic show. It was so democratic. It was free of charge. It drew half a million people. They came on foot. They were well-mannered, even after the street lights were turned off (seriously, doesn’t it say something when the street lights are off and people still behave?). They didn’t even litter very much.
There were all ages, but all were the same age–kids–before the spectacle in the sky. The crowd sent up ooohs and aaahs in unison, frequently breaking out in applause, which the pyrotechnicians across the river had no way to hear.
The show began with a few small, bright flashes and big, deep booms. They picked up the cadence, then the lights started to bloom across the sky, illuminating the ramparts of la Cité in ghostly, colored light.
It continued, like this, building ferocity until there was a storm of explosions overhead. Then it paused, letting us relax a little and realize that our hearts were racing and that we’d gotten goosebumps from the excitement.
And it would pick up again. At one point, there were waves of fireworks from left to right, then right to left. They began lazily, then grew faster, then came from both directions at once, then led to a new round higher in the sky.
It was a ballet of light. Looking at the photos, I thought time and again of dancers in formation.
The highlight is the “embrasement” or burning, of la Cité, which dates to 1898. Though it was under siege in 1209 in the Albigensian Crusade, and finally surrendered, it never was burned down.


After 20 or 25 minutes, the explosions came so fast and furious, and were so spectacular, we thought it was the finale a couple of times over. Some 25,000 to 30,000 projectiles were fired. But the real finale was far bigger, building, building into a riot of light and color in the sky.
Bravo, Carcassonne.
It looks amazing. And what clear pictures you captured. Thanks for sharing the joy of that day as well as the pain.
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Well said, the Joy and Pain of life….Yin and Yang.
Ali
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My sentiments exactly
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I had heard of Carcassonne before.I am sure we would love it.
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It’s the kind of place you see in films, but for real.
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Oh very cool 🙂
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Wonderful pictures. I’m ready a history of the Cathars even now. But no fireworks in the book. 🙂
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They’re very interesting. Fireworks came later. The Cathars got burned at the stake.
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I know. Yet another of the lovely religious nasties that humans seem to inflict on one another.
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Fantastic shots and I can feel the excitement!! So glad you shared these!
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A glimpse of beauty and a reminder that this is what we need to share.
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I love the fireworks and our town does them -but on a smaller scale. But since the arrival 5yrs ago of our dog that does not like the flash, whoosh and bang we have had to watch on TV. Carcassonne on the hill has such a great backdrop. Well done for the photos.
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I noticed that the huge crowd was devoid of dogs. And a few kids got hysterical at the booms.
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What fantastic pictures!! Where did you stand?
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Right in front of Hotel des Trois Couronnes
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Great, I might make it for the fireworks again some time!!
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It’s really a wonderful place
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Yes, Carcassonne is gorgeous. And you can’t beat cassoulet from the cradle of the dish!
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