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I am writing this from Toulouse, France where I am visiting with and staying with my father. He is here on business, because Toulouse is the capital of the French Aerospace Industry, and that is what he does for a living.
Alright, about Toulouse. It is a nice enough city with a large student population and a fair number of historical landmarks. Nothing really jumps out at me though, except perhaps their hot ham and cheese sandwiches. Chances are, they are all over the continent and I have simply not yet been exposed to them, but here in Toulouse they are fantastic. Also, Toulouse is the eternal resting place of St. Thomas Aquinas, an A-list Catholic Saint. He is chilling out in a gilded wooden box in one the three ancient gothic Cathedrals here in Toulouse.
Yesterday, I went to a FANCY dinner with my father and his 24 co-workers. It was in this ancient cellar that was more than likely several hundred years old. I had the salmon, which upon finishing, I declared that their are two kinds of salmon, good and bad. I was fortunate to be served the good kind. The point I was trying to make, with my sweeping culinary outburst, was that once you master the fine art of "good salmon" there is very little room to progress to "excellent salmon" because such a salmon does not exist.
Today, I went around and saw the sites, Tommy A included. I also saw the new Cohen brothers movie. The are calling it "The Barber" over here, but the US title is "The Man who didn't Exist" or something like that. It stars Billy Bob T as a barber, and is shot in the film noir style. An excellent feature, and for those of you concerned with such things, I could see this film bring Oscar buzz Billy Bob's way. Perhaps he could follow the lead of his spouse, and drag an immediate member of his family on stage and declare passionate love for them. I cannot wait until March.
Tomorrow, my father is flying home and I am spending an additional day in Toulouse. The plan is that I will accompany some of my father's colleagues on a day trip to a nearby castle. The next day I will be off to an unknown location. I am still weighing my options. You can rest assured that you will be the first to know where I end up.
I am writing this from Toulouse, France where I am visiting with and staying with my father. He is here on business, because Toulouse is the capital of the French Aerospace Industry, and that is what he does for a living.
Alright, about Toulouse. It is a nice enough city with a large student population and a fair number of historical landmarks. Nothing really jumps out at me though, except perhaps their hot ham and cheese sandwiches. Chances are, they are all over the continent and I have simply not yet been exposed to them, but here in Toulouse they are fantastic. Also, Toulouse is the eternal resting place of St. Thomas Aquinas, an A-list Catholic Saint. He is chilling out in a gilded wooden box in one the three ancient gothic Cathedrals here in Toulouse.
Yesterday, I went to a FANCY dinner with my father and his 24 co-workers. It was in this ancient cellar that was more than likely several hundred years old. I had the salmon, which upon finishing, I declared that their are two kinds of salmon, good and bad. I was fortunate to be served the good kind. The point I was trying to make, with my sweeping culinary outburst, was that once you master the fine art of "good salmon" there is very little room to progress to "excellent salmon" because such a salmon does not exist.
Today, I went around and saw the sites, Tommy A included. I also saw the new Cohen brothers movie. The are calling it "The Barber" over here, but the US title is "The Man who didn't Exist" or something like that. It stars Billy Bob T as a barber, and is shot in the film noir style. An excellent feature, and for those of you concerned with such things, I could see this film bring Oscar buzz Billy Bob's way. Perhaps he could follow the lead of his spouse, and drag an immediate member of his family on stage and declare passionate love for them. I cannot wait until March.
Tomorrow, my father is flying home and I am spending an additional day in Toulouse. The plan is that I will accompany some of my father's colleagues on a day trip to a nearby castle. The next day I will be off to an unknown location. I am still weighing my options. You can rest assured that you will be the first to know where I end up.
