Campanile Toulouse

... sunshine, and 'who cares attitute' into the place (not literally mind- im not mother teresa), and i think towards the end, when id overcome a bit of the language barrier, i saw a little light at the end of a very dark tunnel.
I'm kidding of course, i am not claiming by any stretch, to be a messiah sent from above, and nor do i dislike france or the french(ive got good french friends) but sometimes after a little too much cheese and wine, it can start to go moldy very quicky.

... with the guy from Arras at my place in Boston. I stayed with his family for two nights. Agen is very small and we walked around it in less than an hour. It is very cute though and has huge farmers markets all over the city. There is also a canal running through the city coming from Bordeaux and heading to Toulouse. Matthieu (this gets confusing there are several Matthieus but this is my friends name) took me on a tour of the french landscape and several very ...

Visiter quelques musées gratuit, (à cause du festival ''printemps à Toulouse'') c'est toujours rentable !

Nous avons fait le musée des augustins. Il y a plein de statues et de vieilles pieces murales des églises de Toulouse.

Ensuite la Basilique St-Sernin, très jolie puisque son cloché est illuminé le soir.

Et finalement les Abattoirs, avec un tat d'art dont du ne comprend jamais vraiment la signification (l'art modern...).

... that she peed on the floor. Right before we all went to bed, he was able to pet her without scaring her. We shared our travel pictures with Claude and his wife and then everyone finally went to bed. Conrad will make pancakes for everyone in the morning again. We must use up the pancake batter before we return home! Believe it or not, I didn’t take a single picture today! That’s what happens when we are stuck in the car all day long.

... blocked our way, and the river route was under construction: route barrier, interdit au public. We tried several times to navigate away and catch it further along in hopes that the construction would be over, but with no luck.

Up into the land of the automobile with cars whizzing by us. KFC’s and McDonald’s made me forget where I was. Weaving our way along ...

... in someone’s back yard!

I was thinking that it may be a good idea to pull out the map to see where we were, and where the next remote area may be. We were pressing on 110km and the sun was hovering just over the trees.

Brian notices that another cyclist is coming up behind us, and shouts at me to get over so that he can pass. However, he doesn’t pass. Instead he us coasts along beside us and ...

... with sidewalk cafes and restaurants serving into the late night hours. It was constantly abuzz with the din of dinner forks and wine glasses. Dinner is quite the event. You should plan on at least three hours and to just sit back and enjoy the experience. It’s all part of the experience. People really enjoy their food and appreciate it. And my, what there is to appreciate!

I think it is safe to say that I had one of ...

... to be gone on our week long vacation. To travel with all of our luggage would have been a disaster. On our last night before our trip Brian and I went out for one more dinner in an outdoor café at one of our favorite restaurants. While eating we reflected on all of the things we were going to truly miss about Toulouse. After dinner we took an evening stroll down to the river and sat and watched the people and water go by. Brian pointed to the Ponte Nuf or ...

... church still standing in the world. As we toured the church we were both amazed by the details and the age of the basilica. We also were able to visit the crypt, which has the tomb of Saint Sernin and chapels devoted to other Saints of the time. The history of this city is hard to imagine. The United States is such a young country in comparison. To be able to view such old artifacts and sites is truly amazing.

... believe it, we found a blues bar - this great little place, very down to earth - just what we needed. We snacked on olives and ham, and slurped Sangria and beer. The proprietor showed us how to make our own mixtas - take some toasted bread, rub a clove of garlic on it (kinda like lightly "grating" it), then pour a little bit of olive oil, a shake of salt and pepper, and some thinly sliced tomato. Sounds simple, and it's soooo good. After dinner, the guys behind the bar ...