We walked back into town in search of a pre-dinner drink. We encountered a troupe of flamenco dancers strutting their stuff outside of a Spanish tapas restaurant.
Spirits were running high as the chef stirred the paella.
All roads in Carcassonne seam to lead to Place Carnot. We settled into Bar Felix for a glass of wine and to watch rugby with the locals. The paintings on the wall mirrored the scene outside.
We soon noticed it starting to rain outside - we'd come in just in time!
The rain continued to increase in intensity.
I soon noticed a stream running down the road outside the bar.
The water seemed to be getting higher and higher but none of the locals seemed overly concerned.
Within 15 minutes, the water was lapping the door!
...and then I was standing in 3 inches of water!
Again, no one seemed overly concerned although a few people moved to higher ground while the staff squeegied the water back out the door.
Even our waiter jumped up on a chair to have a smoke.
We retreated to the back of the bar where we admired the stained glass light fixtures.
We snuck out the back door where the street was surprisingly dry.
Circling back around, we caught a glimpse of Bar Felix from the front. The flood waters were starting to subside as we went in search of dinner.
