Hello once again, I write from Tours. This will be a longer post, because I didn't have much internet access when I was in Toulouse so now I can update all of you. I will try and make sections so you can start and stop when you like.
I. The Details
First: Bag update. My bag arrived to me safe and sound 36 hours after I arrived, which is a great improvement from the last time my bag got lost for 5 days.
Second: What is Tours? A place where they give tours of France? No. It's a smaller city about one and a half hours west of Paris. It suffers from Paris syndrom, which means it won't get much bigger, but everyone who can't afford to live in Paris lives here, while they work in Paris. It's actually a great size, large enough to feel anonymous, but small enough to be recognized from time to time. I am staying with my friend Tiphaine who lives in a wonderful apartment above Place Plume (a little place with a ton of cafés and Medieval architecture).
Third: I decided to visit my friend Allie Molnar in Toulouse at the last minute. She and her friend Jordan are doing the same teaching program there that I am in Angers, France. I went down to tour the town with her and see her new apartment.
II. My Trip to Toulouse
When: The 21st of September to the 25th.
My first few days in Tours had been soo gray and raining, and according to the weather station just as I was ready to leave the stratus clouds were to part and the weather was to improve. Weather forecast for Toulouse: rainy and gray all week.
So I thought, "Oh well it will still be good to see Allie and Toulouse"
My train down to Toulouse (Which is south centre France) took about 6 hours, which is not bad, and I slept most of the way. (The jet lag is still omnipresent at this point) Upon arrival Allie and Jordan took me to their appartment, and we just hung out there until sleep time.
So, Toulouse is, like most French city very ancient. However it had a special place in the Roman Empire, and was granted Roman citizenship. Toulouse is known as the land of d'Oc or Occitan, because during the Empire the common language was latin. But over time it developed into a sort of hybrid language known as Occitan. A few decades ago the Mayor of the city made it illegal to learn Occitan in the schools, so almost everyone speaks French now. But it remains a sort of legend.
Although they speak French in Toulouse, the accent and even the slang they use is soooo different in the north. I found it incredibly jarring to try and place an order and then not be able to understand what the server was saying to me.
Wednesday: Allie and I set out to do EVERYTHING in Toulouse.
Okay, maybe not everything, but we did have a list, and we DID do things in an order. It worked pretty smoothly. We went to la place de Capitole to visit the Capitole building. Allie found some shoes in an outdoor market just out side the building.
We walked in, and found many types of art. But my favorite was the Henri Martin, an impressionist painter who chose to do the different seasons to cover the four walls of this grand room. I can't really describe the enormity of the paintings using a tiny screen, so you will just have to come visit me and we can go together!
What is the capitol building exactly? It's the place where 8 state representatives do governement work, go over new laws ect... The 8 representatives used to be called Capitoles, but after the French Revolution that "government was overturned" of course the only people at the time that knew how to run the city were the 8 people in office, so they remained in office even after the Revolution. :)
After a lovely stroll through the Capitole, Allie and I had a picnic lunch, where Allie made a new friend. He seemed so nice, and willing to give good information on the best places to ski. Allie seemed enthused at first, but as this elderly Frenchman continued to talk, he seemed to be getting too friendly. It was at the point when I was done with the conversation when Allie asked, "What's the best way to get to the Pyreniess" to which he replied, "If you give me your phone number, and I give you mine, then I could just drive you, I go all the time"
RED FLAG: Type NEVER give an old French/or any old man except your grandfather your phone number, and definitely don't go with him for a car ride to remote mountainous places.
I watched the exchange take place, and as we walked away, Allie whispered, "I just gave him a fake number" I was like phew! I knew she was smarter then to give him her number, but you never know.
We continued our stroll to the museum of old Toulouse, where we learned many of things I have already mentioned, about the language, the change in governement, and the role Toulouse played during the Roman Empire. The best part was the tour guide we had slowed down so that we could understand everything. It was a great experience and gave us some history for all the buildings and bridges we saw.
To end the day Allie and I enjoyed a glass of wine near the Pont Neuf, and watched the sunset. OH! I forgot to tell you. As for the weather forecast, it was wrong. And from Tuesday afternoon, until I left on Friday, the skies were clear, and the sun did nothing but shine. So...we had a sunset. My first in France 2009!
After a long day of touring we return, tired, but happy, and settled in for a nice evening of sleep and more sleep.
Thursday: GOALS
1. Ikea for a cheap duvet for Allie
2. Musee des Augustins
3. Piano Concert
So Goal one didn't really work out, Allie and I took the metro to the end of the line to try and catch a bus to go to the end of the bus line. We got up especially early, but it took us so long to get to the bus stop. We ascended the bus and asked the bus driver if her was going to last stop, he said no, the next bus to go that far would be at 12:20. We were both unhappy with that news. Wait an hour, to take a half hour bus ride to take five minutes to buy something and then wait for who knows how long for a bus? No. We turned our butts around and headed for some lunch. When in doubt in France, eat or get a coffee.
We visited the lovely museum of Medieval art, and then decided to get coffee a the BEST little café called, Tom Pouce. The crema on top of my little espresso was marvelous.
Our final event of the day was a professional piano concert in Les Jacobins, which is actually a beautiful cloister. Here's what I love about French concerts: 1. They are cheap for students, Allie and I paid 6 Euro each for 19 Euro seats. 2. They have syncronized clapping at the end of a performance they really like. Our performer got 3 Encores. (The second of which was my absolute favorite) He did a full concert of Chopin pieces, and he really felt each and every piece.
Friday: Time to Go Back to Tours
As difficult as it was for me to say goodbye to Allie, we had to do it. We had a great time in Toulouse, and have already begun to think about meeting halfway between Angers and Toulouse.
Now I am back in Tours and just trying to catch up on little things, like opening a bank account, looking at the CAF (Which is a way to get government assistance since I will not be making much money) And having some time with my friend Tiphaine.
If there is more, I'm sure I will have to write it in another post, as this is already a lot to take in. Again, I hope all is well on the other side of the ocean, and send me news!
