The sound I hear whilst sat by the canal outside Toulouse railway station. Why? To scare the hobos, junkies, pidgins, or just a broken speaker? Who knows.
I’ve bought my ticket to Barcelona, and should get there around eight pm.
I spent a good three hours wandering around Toulouse.
City of creativity, life, history character.
Lacking greenery, hostels, helpfulness.
So now I’m waiting until it’s time to get my train.
This water looks to murky and horrid to sustain much life, but the are fish here, ocassionally jumping out of the water, presumably looking for a better life.
I think it’s time to go and wait in the station to get my platform.

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