Toulouse, la cité rose, is the end point for the Canal du Midi, a centre of space research, and a place of historic importance. There is also someone who reads my blog in that general area. (Hi!)
We stopped off there on our way to Carcassonne. I got two nice short-sleeved, collared shirts in the C&A sale for 15 euros (result!), had a nice burger lunch at l'Atelier du Burger, and bought some coffee in the Nespresso shop. Culture vultures, us.
I've always been impressed by the Nespresso ad campaign. It seems to combine poshness with a sense of self-parody - a bit of everyday posh, if you like. We wandered into the immaculate shop, and went upstairs (where the buying and selling and tasting is done), and there was a picture of George Clooney in person to greet us. All the coffees and machines were displayed in immaculate symmetry of design. You could even get a free cup of coffee to confirm your preference.
Notwithstanding all that, I'm not sure that Nespresso isn't a bit too posh for plebs like us. No sooner had we gone upstairs in the shop than I dropped a massive fart, and Anita spilt her free coffee all over the counter-top. Never mind, as long as they continue to accept us for membership into their exclusive club, we'll buy their coffee cos it's good.