Novotel Toulouse Centre

... again where the bus was, and explained to the 2 spanish bus drivers i didnt have a ticket as the office was closed. one of them spoke english and said if i had the money i could get on and buy the ticket in Nantes, the next stop. <br><br>And so after 17 hours of sleep, wake, sleep wake, eat, sleep a bit more, eat, and stay awake to see the mountainous landscape of Barcelona come into view. <br><br>4 weeks in France and my autopsy is that the french need to lighted up a little. Sure ...

... 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.<br><br>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 !<br><br>Nous avons fait le musée des augustins. Il y a plein de statues et de vieilles pieces murales des églises de Toulouse.<br><br>Ensuite la Basilique St-Sernin, très jolie puisque son cloché est illuminé le soir.<br><br>Et finalement les Abattoirs, avec un tat d'art dont du ne comprend jamais vraiment la signification (l'art modern...).<br>

... tour of the property. Their dog Samba was a little shy at first, kind of like Chloe. Claude started a fire in the fireplace and we had aperitifs. Then we had a dinner of magret de canard, which was duck breast. It was very good. And French fries. <br><br>At some point I made friends with Samba. Conrad tried at different times during the evening, but she wasn&#8217;t having anything to do with him. When he was finally able to pet her, she was so ...

... was town after town with no countryside in between. No towns seemed to offer any campsites or accommodations (other than hotels). After about 90km I was done. We&#8217;d done so much yesterday I was starting to feel it. So tonight, our bed is in a ditch in the middle of a cloverleaf joining several roads together. Perhaps I have more in common with the people in Tolouse than I thought.

... 8216;rough&#8217; night. The canal was filled with people taking their after work stroll or cycle so there was no way we could stop. <br><br>Still we were both scanning the countryside and banks of the canal looking for an appropriate plate to set up camp. But being too busy, we pressed onward. In between towns, we also were running into the problems of no place being remote enough. We weren&#8217;t going to ...

... that were obviously well-used. Toulouse, at least, also had huge parking ramps, mostly underground, but it was often a walk of several blocks from those to anywhere. Doug said that the people he had me through work did not seem to "sit around the house" much. On weekends, they were outside, gardening, or off to the beach or skiing. Nonetheless, it is hard to see how the French are invariably trim and svelte, since they wake to strong coffee ...

... one a shoe shop, all with great sales on. Too hot to do any shopping. We all met up again just before 4pm. We had a little trouble getting out of the carpark. The machine didn't take notes and wouldn't take our credit card. However there was a 'help' button and despite the fact the man said he didn't speak English, he did have enough to give me instructions. We took a few new roads home, which was interesting and pretty in parts. Everybody headed straight for the pool when we got ...

... an internet café and I log on only to find the keyboard has some of the keys in different places, I take down Nathalie's number and send her off and email as I am worried she will not be able to find me or where I should meet her. I get back on the rain and stare out the window for the rest of the trip to Toulouse. I text the number while I am on the train, I am not to sure about the area codes. When I arrive at the station and ...

... This was successfully acheived by catching the cool little metro into the heart of the city and walking from the Capitolium (main administration builing, representing the center of the city) out through the CBD. We also visited the 'Maison Du Tourisme' to check their handy map with street listings, though we didn't want to buy one for the rather hefty &euro;3 price! Stops were made at net cafés, for the blog entry and then to do research for future cities and cover some ...