[Holiday] Display in garter belts in the park 1/3

The last romantic holidays were focused on gluttony and tourism… cul-turel. After having lunch at the Grands Buffets de Narbonne, we went to Carcassonne for four days. This was an opportunity to exhibit in garter belts in the park and in the city in the bastide Saint-Louis, then in the medieval city.

From Narbonne, the weather is not nice. I opt for a garter belt and nylon stockings with a pair of thirteen centimeter pumps. We planned to visit the lower town. I don't think I'm encountering any particular difficulties such as blunt pavers. Only, the weather changes between the two cities and I finally put sneakers in the parking lot on arrival because the sky alternates between shower and drizzle. MrSirban does not know the city centre of Carcassonne. I did it as a teenager several times and I don't have a transcendent memory of it. ! The opinion may change with an adult look. It happens as soon as sometimes.

After a delicious meal (foie gras garbure for both of us ; paleron parmentier for my Man and caramelized filet mignon for me), we need to do a little digestive walk. The day before, we ate about twenty dishes at the Grands Buffets and we still feel heavy. We visit the Bastide Saint-Louis, this is the name given to the lower town. We do some flashing in the streets where we stroll. We visit the Church of St. Vincent. Many businesses have a totally dilapidated storefront and seem abandoned for years. Only place Carnot moves but many children play at this moment and we can not make an exhibition.

MrSirban wants me to show Him my buttocks in front of the halls. I run with excitement, it is perhaps the liveliest place with the main square ! We quickly went around and we find the atmosphere a little sad with these closed storefronts worn by the years.

We were advised the garden of Calvary. It's a good mile from where we are. None of us know, we will visit in the rain without singing… it's quite humid like that ! Arriving on the scene, I'm glad I swapped stiletto heels for sneakers in view of the wet round cobblestones.

Even if the weather is not nice, I want to take off my clothes to visit the garter belt park. The weather is far from ideal for an outdoor walk. The spit, it ends up getting wet ! MrSirban is very excited to see me undress in this aisle and relishes the moment looking between two naughty photos.

The garden of Calvary exudes a singular atmosphere imbued with romanticism. It feels like going back in time to the nineteenth century. It was built in 1825 and bears all the scars of the wear and tear of time. It has an old-fashioned charm. There is a Way of the Cross along a U-shaped alley and the center of this main alley leads to a promontory where an old Calvary sits. Secondary aisles allow you to stroll also.

We keep the coat to hand to put it back quickly if we meet people, but it won't be necessary. I stay in garter belts with the drizzle falling on the skin. Strangely, I'm not cold… for the moment ! It's about ten degrees but the excitement of being naked outside warms me up and I didn't get sick either.… naughty exhibits may be good health !

I don't know if it's the romantic atmosphere of the place, but I feel like I'm being spied on, as if I felt a look on me. It's disturbing, for I am naked in the park and if there is a voyeur, I'd rather spot it. It would reassure me to see it. Nothing to waste, branches crack on the ground repeatedly. It falls from the spit, but there is no wind that can explain the noises. The feeling of not being alone persists throughout the exhibition. Yet, neither MrSirban nor I see anyone or… anything !

Not being able to know if we are alone, we finish our naughty photos. My Beloved asks me to lean against a wooden beam and arch my buttocks so that the garter belt comes out. I take the break by scanning the horizon, because I always feel spied on ! We are surprised very often by people, but we see them. Animals can sometimes pass by, but we end up spotting them too. I don't know what causes this impression. This is the first time this has happened and it's not because I'm in flippette mode.. I don't mind at all being seen in the middle of an exhibition in the garden. We are serene on this one.

As two great philosophers said at the end of the years 90 : “Fire, it burns and the water, wet !“. The spit ends up becoming unpleasant and I start by getting a little cold. Finally… it's not too early !

We end this walk at the Jardin du Calvaire by passing in front of the caretaker's house, who is inside. I wonder if it was not he who spied on us because the last displays in garter belts were made right next to his post. This would explain the persistent impression of having been observed.. Mystery ! We continued the walk in the medieval city where we made exhibitions. This is the next article !

Our naughty holidays in Carcassonne

Exhibited in garter belts in the public garden

Naked flashing under the mantle at the medieval city

Cul-turlutte and flashing at the count's castle

MrSirban's blog also celebrates its 10 years !