We woke up feeling fully refreshed and once more took advantage of the bathroom facilities.
The hotel was in Rue Gambetta one of the main streets in the traditional grid system. After chatting to the owner and being encouraged to leave our stuff and look around his town we headed out.
On our walk around the town we found a fruit stall and bought our supplies for the day. After having a pain au chocolate we headed back to the hotel to pick up our gear and head out on our final day on the Garonne. Toulouse was our destination for the day. We were booked into the Kyriad, back to a motel chain only this one promised to be right on the banks of the canal! After our previous longer days the 20 mile just whistled by and in no time at all we had navigated the final part of the Garrone and had arrived at the meeting point of 3 canals marked by these tunnels.
We headed towards Toulouse centre and the Kyriad hotel. A rather grumpy receptionist dealt with us and showed us how to access the secure underground car park where we were to store our bikes. By now we were into a well known routine Bike, baggage and bodies then food!!! We had arrived earlyish and were not as tired as we had been on previous days so took ourselves out for a walk around the old quarter for sightseeing and food.
We found a street cafe with outside seats in the shade and settled down to peruse the food and drinks menus. After a while we realised that although the take away part of the business was in full swing no one had approached us to ask what we wanted, then a head appeared and took our order for drinks which duly arrived. As we sat a demonstration passed by with hundreds of cyclists.
With no response to our nods and waves from the waiter we headed into the cafe to order food and got the story in the cafe. The server behind the counter had been the only one to turn up for work and had held the fort alone all day and he just couldn’t be bothered waiting tables and serving the counter. We chose something “to go”and headed out into the sunshine. We walked along busy boulevards taking in the sights with no particular plan in mind when bang distracted by the food I somehow managed to tear my flip one of a pair the other being flop.
I hobbled back to the hotel and changed back to proper sandals and we headed out once more. We headed back to the old quarter and hungry once more had a sandwich and drink at a pavement cafe.
Stats 19.5 miles
Climb 194 feet