Holiday Inn Airport Blagnac

... 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.

... discovered girls share universal qualities and passtimes. I played the game with them but had to have someone translate everything for me because they spoke only french and used lots of slang. It was fun though.

The next day I met up with Matthieu the french guy and we walked up into the mountains. The walk up had two paths one flat and steep the other with stairs both required a lot of energy, which I realized I had not much of. Either way each level provided ...

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 we could follow him home. They live on an old farm where he has worked on renovating the farm house for the last 15 years. There property is perfect. It’s about 2+ acres and it’s surrounded by farmland. No neighbors nearby. It’s wonderful. We would like something similar, maybe a bit more land. Conrad & Claude caught up. They haven’t seen each other in 30+ years. It was interesting watching them reminisce. We got ...

... people (not begging) but living under some bridges along the canal. As I passed by them, I began to wonder about how life can take a turn this way. Here were people without a set address living their lives out in the open (like us). They had meager belongings (all we have fits in a few bags), but they were taking care of everything. Newly washed clothes (although worn) were hanging ...

... 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 ...

... for a stroll through some deserted side streets, until I heard the sounds of jazz, drawing me closer and closer to its source. I've found that a single experience can make or break one's perception of a place, and this jazz definitely made my experience in Toulouse. Tucked into a little courtyard near Place St. Pierre was a jazz concert, and the only cost was a donation at your discretion. I only stuck around for two songs, but these ...

... what to do next while watching the locals go about their business. Camera in tow, I just wandered the streets, attended a couple art exhibits, meditated in several churches and cloisters, and took pictures.

I think what struck me most about Toulouse was how friendly the people were. Even though we completely and utterly butchered the language every time we opened our mouths, everyone we encountered was very amiable. I ...

... either buys at a huge market like this one; at small shops that usually feature one type of goods or another; at large open-air marketplaces; or at tiny neighborhood stores that have a few staples, but always have fresh produce on display. Most foods have few preservatives and so don't keep for very long, so marketing is done often if not daily. Combined with the tiny mini-bar refrigerators at the hotel and the fact that, in France ...

... of a hassle for the traveler. The floors are absolutely beautiful, brilliantly-flecked black granite tiles. It was interesting that the many airport shops all had the same signage style -- apparently run by the airport, itself, rather than external franchises as we are more used to. It was hard to pass by the cute wooden shoe kitsch and Delft-style souvenirs, and especially difficult not to buy tulip bulbs, but I couldn't have brought ...