So where does one start with Good Ole Toulouse...
For a start, let me make plainly clear that yes, I will practise my alliteration on you! You are (somewhat) a willing and (tenatively) captive audience. So now onto the good stuff!
There are so many facets to Toulouse it's hard to know where to start. The city, like so many others, has it's wonderful bygone treasures to caress the receptors of your CCD. Or for those old school types, massage the particles of your 35mm into postcard vistas. Did I happen to mention the crap French keyboard where to type a number, you hold down the shift key..?
Anyhoot... Some amazing architecture once again topped off by a cathedral that makes sure God has plenty of assets to hock when times get tough. Some great shopping and friendly service - especially at this superb cheese shop. Yep, Ian, if I could bottle this scent and bring the wafting aroma in bottle to be released in a confined environment for you I'd have done so. Just because we're such good and hearty friends.
The unexpected perversion of my friendship-in-action-at-a-distance awas to think this out aloud and thus incur the wrath of several aforementioned (and somewhat overprotective and overzealous, I feel) Gods who struck me down with the pox.
Not a very nice one either.
Said pox was also delivered on one All Hallows Eve, which precedes All Saints Day here in FroggyLand and is a public holiday.
My disdain for Halloween became even more significantly reinforced whilst in a choice of three reposes for the evening. One horizontal on the standard sleeping position/s. The next two were a seated dunny position and a head first dunny position. Lordy knows what the neighbours thought between the awful sound of the colourful head-spinning variety of prior meals being revisited and the pungency created by the latter position.
This twas not a night I will neither forget nor want to remember fondly as during the recovery moments the drongos ouside proceeded to bang shit around and ell at the top of their lungs whilst the police drove with their sirens on to spots of trouble. Not real bright some of the local constabulary...
So the highlights of the stay in Toulouse are somehow tinged... let's just say they're tinged.
Onto the delights an recovery session of the Bordeaux next, but alas it is bedtime and the people at the hotel are closing up... Will bring further updates tomorrow night.
Silver Plate!
