Time to Meet My Meat

Standard breakfast. Standard price. Meat, cheese, bread and fruit for twenty euros. Nothing new here.
We finished up and prepared our bike for the final leg of our journey back to the Harley dealership in Toulouse. A biker walked over to talk to us about our bike and our trip in Franglais. We’re so happy that everyone has been willing to communicate regardless of language proficiency. He took our photo and we were off to the beach to write our names in the sand and then au revoir Port La Nouvelle.

The ride was relaxed and gentle, and somewhat familiar as we left the Pyrenees behind and drove along the coast back to Toulouse – destination Toulouse Harley Davidson. We drove into the compound, unloaded the bike and we were elated, powerful even. We had conquered the Tour de France on a Harley – from valleys to snowfields to sea coasts. When we walked into the shop the rental agent smiled and nodded as if to say – he thought we had accomplished something pretty cool – you don’t see people on the their own navigating the mountains on a Harley. We didn’t see one.

We repacked our luggage and before we knew it – we were outside the compound on the sidewalk and walking to the Metro to get us into the heart of Toulouse. We ‘happened’ upon Air France to our delight. They were incredibly helpful in getting our boarding passes ready for our trip back to Paris that evening. Once we settled everything, we decided to celebrate with comfort food – a.k.a. steak and potatoes at Meet the Meat. The owner was remembered us from the week prior and was delighted we chose to return. This confirmed for us that if you return to a restaurant when travelling, service is actually better the next time. It was great to relax and feel that everything was settled – we just needed our shuttle to the airport.

We shopped a little before making our way to the shuttle stop – and then off we went to the Toulouse Airport. Once we had checked bags, we chilled in the airport until flight time. Our final leg – Paris. We felt like we were coming home, full circle, as everything had started here two weeks prior. Now we know how to navigate the Metro, the RER – we belonged somehow.

It was rainy and so cold upon our arrival. So we shivered during our hotel shuttle wait time in order to get to Radisson Blu.

A comfy bed, lovely late dinner, hot shower. Sigh…everything had been incredibly timed and planned by My Beloved. This was truly amazing. One more day of Paris adventure to round the journey.

Great food, Metro and sundry items all for $164.00

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About Diary of a Changed Woman

Living a blessed life in Canada with my husband on the beautiful shores of Lake Huron. I work as a Human Resources consultant to small business. I love my family - our grandchildren are the loves of my life. I'm a change agent personally and professionally. Change is what I'm about - no matter what!
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