Roundabout

Whenever I see a roundabout, I am seven years old on Blackpool Pleasure Beach, my Mum and Dad beside me.  I could have ridden the Derby ride for ever.  My childhood is gone now as is my Mum but those lavish colours and beautiful carved white horses still hold their appeal.  This carousel stands outside the gate of the city walls of Carcassonne, about an hours drive from Toulouse.

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