I have come back from Toulouse only having gained one pound in reality, but still feeling about ten pounds heavier. We ate so much cheese. We drank so much wine. We walked really very little, as the city centre is quite small. It was a lovely holiday, and thankfully the weather mostly played along, although it was rainy in parts and cloudy a lot of the time. At least it was warm, the food was amazing, and it was nice to see Emily again before she moves to the Middle East.

Le fromage, c’est bon.

Our huge, five person apartment that we ended up in, just us two.

The view from the flat.

Emily avec le cassoulet.

Emily and Seiji

Views of Toulouse.

Toulouse was so nice, it inspired me to make up a poem on the bus to the airport. It’s very bad, but I thought i would share it anyway.

To lose Toulouse
Would give me the blues
So much sun, so much booze,
And then an afternoon snooze,
Saucisson, cassolet, lots of good cheese
Vin blanc, vin rouge, eat and drink what you please
On the bus I reflect, I had such a nice time
Next time I come back, I shall learn how to rhyme.