What is there Toulouse?

Nothing, as it turns out. Neither is there much really to gain. 

Saturday, 8th June we collected our hire car from Bordeaux and continued our French Odyssey. The rather quirky and somewhat frog looking 'Nissan Juke' was the hire car of choice in France it would seem, and the direction was set for Carcassonne (our next hotel stop), via Condom and Toulouse en-route. Much hilarity and Armagnac sampling was hoped from Condom, but sadly neither presented themselves. Thanks in part to the torrential downpour which started almost as we joined the 'Péage' (French toll motorway) out of Bordeaux and the insistence of the French on closing down everything from 12.30 until 2pm. So, we sat in a car park and contemplated whether to brave the rain after a rather sweltering previous couple of days. The decision was to trek into town. A swift circuit round the town, through the covered market and back to the car was all we managed without anything of note. Except, as I have just been reminded, a statue of D'Artagnan and the three musketeers!

All for one...

So... to Toulouse. With the rain following us all the way, we were in two minds whether to stop or not. A break in the weather was enough to convince us to give it a go. A quick drive round the Canal du Midi and other Toulouse surrounds seemed to ignite some interest and into town we headed. In a few words our impression of Toulouse; Posh, full of shops, expensive, rainy (slightly unfair). Tough to give a proper reaction as we were only there for 2 hours, but apart from 2 weddings we didn't see much going on. Shame, but on we went.