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Publié le par Carouche

Little storm jump, let's miss everything from September 2007. For information, I did a final internship in the South of France in Gaillacland, little town where it's good to live (when you're more than 40 years old), where the wine is delicious (when you don't drink too much...) and where people are nice (when you meet some...).

I decided to jump til the visit of Chris in Toulouse for a week end.  First night passed at Aymeric's place, eating a cheese 'fondue'.


Saturday 10th of November, sightseeing in Toulouse. It was a special day there, because Toulouse is one of the candidates for the Capital of European Culture in 2012. Therefore there were many concerts and artists in the street. We even got a pink bracelet and a badge 'for Toulouse 2012!' :) Everything was pink, remembering the appellation of Toulouse being the pink city, not because there are many gays there, but because almost all houses are built with pink bricks made from clay from the region.

Big ballons for the night festival in Toulouse

After some walk around the streets, taking a sunbath by a windy and shiny day, we decided to have a break under the sweetness of maple trees. Indeed! There is a nice Japanese garden in Toulouse, very colourful, with some turtles and big fishes.

Japanese garden

 The night coming, we watched a bit the balloons show on the Capitole place, most famous place of Toulouse, with the big despair of our boy friends. :p

Sunday the 11th, normally free day in France, celebrating the armistice of the WW I,  we went to a small typical medieval french village called Cordes-sur-Ciel, litteraly Ropes-on-the-Sky. And there... it was as empty of people as a western ghost town, was only missing the bales of hay rolling because of the wind. The village being in height, the view offered of the region worthed a look.

Then visit of the town: 2 hours were enough to see everything (especially on Sunday...), but the place were charming and some artists had their gallery opened.


Afterwards, we ate crêpes in a restaurant-gallery of art. The waiter was as medieval as the village, with a grey-brown big beard and a pony tail.


Some more pics from Cordes


Nicer than Gaillac, but even more lost in the middle of Nowhere.
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Oué, le retour de caro ... mon passage journalier n'aura pas été vain. Enfin un peu de lecture pour le soir. Un grand merci brumeux et pluvieux de Grenoble, la ville où il ne neige jamais !C U soonMath
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