Auch. Sounds like ouch.
I couldn't believe the final six km into this town today. Walk along a superhighway going away from town for a km, go under it and back along the other side of the superhighway for a km. Then take a right past a manure processing plant, then through a dump, up past an industrial complex and you think you're home free. But no. Now your back to the same superhighway and the signs point back away from town again. A couple hundred meters later you go back under the highway and up a hill past the "Boeuf du Gers" factory. Ie, a slaughterhouse. I swear it was six km of this when Google maps would have had me here in two.
Don't get me started about how awesome it was walking into Toulouse!
Anyway, I'm staying at the Hotel de France. It's what the Grand Budapest Hotel would be like if it were run by Basil Fawlty.
It wasn't all bad today. I did get lost for an hour though. I need to pay better attention to specific directions.
When I finally got to my room and took off my first boot a bee flew out of it. It was caught between my sock and the tongue of the boot. It didn't really fly out - it was more of a stumble. The little fella WALKED around the bed toward the window. I opened it for him and off he went.
I had a great meal at a Chinese restaurant down the street but felt bad because I was the only one there. I told the owner (Helen from Hong Kong) that if I were her I'd get outta Auch and head for Toulouse!
Speaking of Toulouse, here's a family of ducks and a turtle in the canal on the way in.
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