Toulouse is... well, see for yourself. It has
lovely gardens with charming resident ducks, geese, roosters and hens (and one wonders what
hidden creatures). The massive and powerful Eglise St. Sernin is impressive, as were the early
morning light (can you say, jet lag?) in the Jardin des Plantes and the scrumptious
pains aux raisins (fortunately, "pain" doesn't translate into the English word of the
same spelling; rather, it means something much more yummy: bread!) and other pastries
Sunday morning at the open market on the Place du Capitole. The relaxed hospitality of our
hosts at the Hôtel du Taur added a certain pleasantness to our time there.
The city has a slow pace and a sleepy vibe (though it may have been so because we were
visiting in late August); however, the adornments of a prolific graffiti artist as well as
some important works of art and architecture served to remind us we were, in fact, on urban
turf of import.
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