Dinner in Toulouse

We returned the boat yesterday on schedule, but not without incident: the Provs woke up with several inches of water in their cabin.

We taxied back to Toulouse and went into the center for dinner. We DID NOT eat at L’Entrecôte, where people stand in line every night for what is by most accounts a good but not great steak dinner. Instead, we went across the street to palace called Quand les Moules Auront les Dents (which is a pun off an expression that translates roughly as “when pigs fly” only in French it’s “when chickens have teeth” and the word for chicken sounds like the word for mussel) and had a very nice meal of moules mariniere.

Toulouse is having some sort of rugby festival “fest-oval” and we finished the evening with drinks at the capitol plaza, trying to soak in the slightly surreal combination of people on the square, a touch rugby tournament and a conflagration of amateur brass bands which apparently have become very popular here.