I have not seen a lot of Toulouse. I was simply too tired. And the next morning I was quite busy. I went to the pharmacy to get a French version of my special cream, as the metal tube of my Indian special cream was broken and created a mess. My American shampoo container broke as well, so I went the first time ever to Decathlon to get some squishy container. It's not the shop of my choice, but it did the job. When I started biking, I realised that this is now my new home. That's where I felt most comfortable. The night before I stayed in a hotel that was as well some sort of co-working space. It was perfectly fine, but I did not like it. That polished space with all the young people hanging on sofas, with a Steinbeck piano and ping pong tables made me cringe. I'm glad that I left this world behind.
Biking again along the canal. It's not super exciting, but it was definitely better than the day before. Mainly because it was not Easter Monday and there were less people on the path. Chickens on the road gave me Kauai vibes. And then there was a little town, ironically call Montech, that did actually a great job highlighting the history and function of the canal and they did a great job with their CI, only the faux italic left me a bit wondering (not pictured here).
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What a day! I got going pretty early, as I needed coffee, and frankly, cigarettes. Valence d'Agen is quite a nice little town and everything was there, plus the morning pain au chocolat. I asked for the first time during this tour whether I could take a picture of somebody. This old gentleman was just too good to pass. Beautiful little bike, great outfit and a very happy smile. Turns out he's 92 years old and runs the bike shop on the other side of the square with his wife. The shop is there for 80 years. He told me that if I have troubles with my bike I could come to him. Little did I know.
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