It’s possible that I could have picked a worse day to go to Toulouse. I’m not sure how though. It didn’t even cross my mind that people would be Christmas shopping.
We needed a porcelain shelf for a client’s bathroom reno and I couldn’t find one in Carcassonne or Narbonne. Toulouse is a long way to go just for a shelf but I wanted to get some stuff from the Asia supermarket and also wanted to get candles from Ikea so I rationalized it.
My ‘new’ 18 year old 205 hums along comfortably at 130 kph on the autoroute. I was a bit worried that I’d have to poke along at 100 and feel like it was taking forever. It’s not actually that far, maybe 130 km from us to Ikea. A bit more to the airport and a bit less to the centre of Toulouse.
As usual I had to stop at a service centre (aire) to pee. I still can’t get over the way men in France pee pretty much anywhere. There was a man not 20 metres from the door to the store that has toilets. Peeing. Against a fence. And then taking a really long time to tuck himself back in and zip up.
I can understand when you’re in the middle of the Corbieres and there isn’t a toilet for miles but when there’s one right next to you …