It’s a lot better now than back in the day. Was reading this article in a travel section.
But it’s the reason we found ourselves eating duck gizzards and sipping cool pink wine inside the wonderful walled city of Carcassonne.
For those who don’t know the story, the Cathars were a Christian sect of the Middle Ages, flourishing mainly in the Languedoc region of France and over the Pyrenees in Spanish Aragon.
They believed the earthly world was essentially evil and the way to spiritual perfection was through devotion, good works and a life of humble self-denial (Isabel hasn’t quite mastered that last bit yet).
Tragically, their contempt for the hypocrisies of the Roman Catholic Church brought about a mighty vengeance. In 1209, the highly inappropriately named Pope Innocent III declared them all heretics and launched a crusade.
In their first engagement at Beziers, the crusaders massacred every man, woman and child in the town — some 20,000 souls — and razed it. After a further orgy of blindings, burnings and mutilations in the surrounding countryside, they laid siege to Carcassonne.
They broke the city’s resistance by slow starvation after fouling the water supply. But. this time, the surrendering townspeople were allowed to leave unhindered, provided they went with nothing but the shirts on their backs.
In consequence, though the population was cruelly dispossessed, the fabric of the city was saved.
Makes things look considerably more civilized in 2020.