The loud and lively wedding by the river. The big brass band following the bride and her besties around for an hour, dancing and dancing. It was so much fun.
Feeling more confident. Being less shy about talking in French. Not calling myself an idiot.
Alice’s texts about her long awaited Neighbours prediction coming true. Dee isn’t dead!
The chocolatine aux almondes. Fuck me. That thing was delicious.
Lying in the sun next to the pond for hours and wandering around the Japanese garden.
Walking home from dinner and discovering a little group of people dancing and playing live French music. I stopped and watched for a while, smiling like I haven’t smiled for days. My highlight of the holiday. The perfect last evening in France.
Morning yoga. With the balcony doors open.
Simple and the ginger hot chocolate. I did it. And it was the perfect, quiet place to relax out of the rain. I’m glad I turned round and found the courage to go in.
The Pont Neuf at night.
Being in beautiful Toulouse, all on my own.
The gorgeous AirBnB I’m staying in.
Buying my French favorites – grape juice, apple puree and an incredible chocolate mousse.
My colleague had to have his goat put down last week? Oh, had he been carrying it for a while?
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Booked Toulouse! France here I come 🍞🧀☕🍷☀
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