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Monday 30 July 2018

Toulouse, part III - I came, I saw, I took photos

Saint-Sernin

I am a tourist - I'm not going to package this term in pretentious millennial codespeak and call myself a 'traveller', 'wanderer' or 'nomad.' Especially here, in Toulouse - I was definitely a tourist, ostensibly so.

Lots of walking around, and taking photos. Being in France reminded me of why I like the Continent so much. France, at least southern France, is an immensely picturesque place, and it's very walkable and the weather is mild and enjoyable - in short, it's a nice place to holiday in. And it's been too long. Too long since I was in France.

Most of these photos were taken on my way back from Evangelina to the hotel, which was next to the Gare. I'd really had too much to eat, and Google maps said that it was about 30 mins walk back to the hotel, which I sorely needed. I really do enjoy walking very much, especially when I'm on holiday, and the weather in Toulouse was nice - not too hot, not like last time, nor was it too cold - Sarajevo comes to mind; that was probably the only city where I caved in and had to take the tram halfway during my walk because of all the snow flying onto my face, and just the chill that completely invades every cell of your body. But the snow, most of all. Snow is something that one enjoys for the first five minutes, but after that it's hellish.









Low brow humour. Sue me.















Sunday 29 July 2018

Toulouse, part II - More Evangelina, Place du Capitole, Le Florida and Amorino



The weather I got during my day here was extremely Irish - it drizzled intermittently, and the sun would come out in full force only after you decided to call it a day and go home, or go to dinner. It didn't rain too heavily, though, and most of the time the weather I got outside was pleasant. Toulouse is an extremely picturesque city and looks nice under almost any circumstance, so there's that.

I was rereading some of my old Toulouse entries, and was struck by a comment I'd made about feeling 'safe' in Toulouse. That wasn't really the case this time round, or maybe I've just gotten paranoid in my old age. I also commented that it was nice to be in a city where there weren't incessant hordes of people. That also was not the case during this trip - in fact, I was flabbergasted by the sheer amount of tourists there, jostling and and ramming up the streets and squares. From the pictures I took last time, the streets certainly look a lot emptier, too. I wonder what's happened.

I was hungry, and wanted something nice to drink, so I looked at the string of restaurants on the Capitole and picked the one that seemed the nicest. I was aware that it was probably a tourist trap and I would be overcharged as usual - but at this point I didn't really care, I just wanted a nice place to sit down and drink, and enjoy the view.








At this point R messaged me, and we ended up being on the phone for more than an hour, during which time my cocktail arrived, along with my grilled fish and rice. The cocktail was good but there was too much ice in it, although this was hardly surprising. The grilled fish was average, but I know the French can do better.











After that I went to Amorina, an ice cream parlour which I had visited last time. I'd had a lovely chat with the girl working there, and although I was certain she wasn't working there anymore (I would have felt sorry for her if she was still there), I still remembered the gelataria fondly. I was a bit surprised when I walked over and saw a formidable queue of tourists, mostly. Apparently Amorina has high ratings on the likes of tripadvisor and google, which explains why the world and his wife are getting ice cream there. I went back to walk around the square a bit, then came back, at which point the line had dissipated somewhat, and queued up and got my ice cream. Expensive, but worth it, although if you ask me I still prefer Turkish and Polish ices.







My next meal was back at Evangelina. The red tuna starter was pleasant, although not as good as the main dish. The grilled octopus however was similarly heavenly. I am considering moving permanently to Toulouse, just so that I can eat here every Friday. Their starters and side dishes are unremarkable, but their main dishes really are fabulous.


A little taste of heaven