Albi Addendum

So to start, here are some things I forgot to add from Albi. First, and most importantly, here I am flipping off Paul Gaugin’s works and, by extension, the “artist” himself.

Here’s a shot across the river there.

Here is a cool glass structure placed inexplicably atop an otherwise normal building.

On Friday we went award-winning winery Domaine Merchien. I took a picture of their wall of awards, but it came out fuzzy. Instead, here is the winery’s namesake leaning against my mother because it was 100 degrees out and, as you can see, he’s not really made for warm weather.

As part of our visit to the winery, the proprieters booked us into L’Auberge du Mas d’Aspech. We got lost and showed up 45 minutes late, but it didn’t seem to be a big deal. The food was wonderful. I’d say the highlight was this quiche which, as you know, is one of those things at which the French leave the rest of the world far behind.

Here I am feeling a bit smug after a wonderful meal.

Living The Dream in Quercy

So somebody has written a book that appears to address all of my interests. I hope it is translated into English soon.

I have arrived in Quercy. The travel day was made a bit more difficult by one of our party being delayed out of SF, which
created a rather dramatic knock-on effect that resulted in my hanging around the Toulouse area for about 9 hours. Nevertheless,
things are now totally wonderful.

While they aren’t quite as dramatic as the ones in Amsterdam, Saint-Antonin-Noble-Val does have canals.

In addition to the canals, Saint Antonin is along L’Aveyron, which you can watch wander along at this truly amazing riverside
bar.

Here is an aquatic cairn to memorialize people who have been pecked to death by ducks.

Also, the bar’s deck has this charming water feature.

We visited a charming abbey, and saw an interesting example of this medieval insulation technique.

The abbey’s interior courtyard was about as idyllic as the law allows.

This is the vault under which the monks made waffles.

These swans hissed at me, but made no move to attck. I guess swans have gotten the memo about my being a martial artist.

The famous “House of Wolves” in Caylus.

You probably haven’t heard of this portal.

Cool map of regional churches.

And When It Doesn’t The Sun Makes You Feel Worse Anyway

Before we begin: Today in things that sound like movie plots.

It has rained, at least briefly, every day that I’ve been here. It has made for some dramatic skies.

There’s still an hour of daylight to go, but it does seem as if today will break the streak.

Cool vestibule tiles.

Not as cool as a grill-boat, but nothing to sneeze at.

In general, the Dutch speak perfect English, this has not prevented them from getting in on the lucrative t-shirts-with-dumb-English-text-on-them market. On the other hand, I suppose that’s true of Americans as well.

No lie, I saw a guy wearing that exact shirt a block later.

Finally, Some Pictures

Here’s the tree and sky behind the apartment.

So apparently the neighborhood in which I’m staying is the Williamsburg ca. 1999 of Amsterdam. Consequently, on Thursday I started my day at a place called The Breakfast Club. Afterward, I kind of made a loop up to Centraal Station, and then back around to the apartment.

Important life goals: a boat that you go to for grilling.

While not as salient to my life as a boat with a grill on it, I found this pretty wonderful.

Brutalism is best.

Meter box (I think.)

Houses with loading hoooks.

I’m still sleeping pretty poorly, and I woke up feeling pretty groggy on Friday. I decided it would be comforting to have some staples, which did end up feeling pretty reassuring. Now I can just sort of lounge around all day if I’m so inclined and won’t have to go out for a kebab at 11 or something horrible like that.

On Friday evening I went here, which is apparently the ground zero of the area’s gentrification process. Being Friday evening, it was completely packed. For a while the only available table was on the top of a garbage can. Afterwards, we went to the trendy bar associated with this restaurant, which was pretty good, although substantially understaffed. Ladies in Amsterdam seem more into animal prints than ladies in other cities.

Currently my most pressing problem is that I forgot to pack any nail clippers. Signing off to wipe the blood from writing this post off my keyboard.