Whilst we are busy not watching the Miss America (hence the miss part of the title) pageant over here, in Carcassonne, France they are busy crowning Mademoiselle Carcassonne*. First, a little background on the walled city:
Set high up on a hill, Carcassonne’s ancient walled city is Disneyworld-perfect. This fairytale collection of drawbridges, towers and atmospheric cobbled streets was reputedly the inspiration for Walt Disney’s The Sleeping Beauty, and it’s a must-see on any trip through this part of southern France. Its medieval core, the cité, was added to the UNESCO World Heritage list in 1997.
Carcassonne is actually two cities in one. Besides the pretty-as-a-picture walled city and the hordes of visitors that throng its streets, there is a low-key, lower town that dates back to the Middle Ages. Known as the Bastide Saint Louis, it features typically French bars, shops, cafés and restaurants, as well as all the standard services and amenities you’d expect, and as such it’s the perfect antidote to the tourist attraction that towers above it.
Alright, enough history, let’s git to herstory. May I present, with any further adieuing, Tamara Courcoul, Miss Carcassonne:
Tamara Courcoul a été élue Miss Carcassonne, samedi soir, au Dôme. Elle n’a pas fait mentir le prolongement des prédispositions familiales en matière de concours de beauté comme sa mère et sa grand-mère.
Comme sa mère, Béatrice, dans les années 80, et sa grand-mère, Barbara, dans les années 60, la jeune femme de 17 ans, élève de l’institut… de beauté Sybelle, a été sacrée par le jury du concours organisé dans le cadre du festival Cité Jeunes.
The translation is here; but to gist it, Tamara Courcoul is following in the petite footsteps of her mother and grandmother, Béatrice and Barbara respectively. Both were prior winners of the vaunted title. Bravo Mademoiselle Tamara!
* Whoah, a last-second, editorial lifeboat hollered at me that this is last November’s news. And undoubtably, you all are familiar with Tamara de Carcassonne. I may have to hire more employees for my already over-worked, under-(the table)-compensated complaint department. Standards- they are not only boozy, smoky Franky songs.