We rented a nice apartment in Toulouse. Unfortunately, there was a leak. Apparently, plumbing is not an activity done in a hurry in France. So the hosts offered us another apartment. It looked good in theory—it was in a nice part of town, we still got parking, there were three bedrooms and two bathrooms. But then we arrived and actually got to see the place…
The apartment is a converted attic space at the very top of the building and let’s just say that it is of uneven height. Maybe the proper euphemism is “height challenged.”
Timothy sensibly suggested that we all go buy football helmets. I’ve managed to bang my head three times already this trip: once on a giant branch and twice under the stairs. I’m still recovering.
Our living room is just a bit challenging. Comfortable sofas, though. The bedrooms are in a long line—so from our bedroom, we must walk through Nicholas’s in order to reach a bathroom.
We set our tech up on the only table that permits standing up without resulting in immediate brain damage.
Yes, that’s a big juicy bee between the church spires—turns out that there’s a bee hive built into the brick wall right below our bedroom window. After helping a few buzzy visitors out, we locked the windows, and informed out hosts of the problem—bee hive they didn’t know. But ruche d’abeille did the trick. They assured us that they would call someone right away and move the hive. Considering how long things take with plumbing, it’s safe to assume the bees will remain through the duration of our stay.
We had a nice dinner just a few blocks away at Le Perche Pinte.
We are located right in the middle of everything. It is in the old part of town. There are small twisty streets and giant doors the size of a large castle gate. We were able to buy milk and bread during the day. Amazing! I love city life.
Tomorrow, we get to hang out with Theodora and Theodoros. Friday, we embark on our last prehistoric cave adventure.
We are back in civilization. All’s good.
Love from the fourth largest city in France.