Laundry

Before I go to Toulouse I figured I would go with some clean clothes. I came across a laundromat and had no idea what to do. There were no instructions and I had no soap. The man that worked there spoke no English but was kind enough to take my money and give me the proper coins. I hit the correct number of minutes to wash and decided to explore for the hour.

Before I got too comfortable with the exploring I decided to take a picture of the street name and the cafe on the corner so in case I forgot where it was I would have a reminder. I also realized it was right by a train station and put that in the back of my mind.

I went to the post office to mail my mail, about 89 euro a card - RIDICULOUS! I found a couple of cute little shops and filled up my water bottle with the handy fountain. The church that I stopped across when I was looking for the hostel in the rain was right across from the fountain so I wandered in there. It was beautiful with the paintings, stain glass and candles.

I found another little church, underground, that is only open to the public on vendredi...don't ask me what day of the week that is, all I remember is Monday and Sunday and neither are vendredi. I walked in hoping that nobody would stop me, without it being open to the public. There were some stairs that lead me underground and a small church. The ceiling was beautiful white and slanted and there were only two pictures and a tiny alter. There were three people there and music in the background. It was not much, but you could just feel that it was a very spiritual place. I enjoyed this church more than any of the other elaborate ones I have seen.

It was time to head back to my clothes and I was off. After about 15 minutes I thought to myself, I hope that it does not close soon as I will be out of half of my clothes! After passing a transvestite who was very fashionable, I gave up and asked someone, who smiled when I was one street away. I knew I was close!

I got back and the man helped me open the washer (it is like I am a complete incompetent here). I then loaded my clothes into the dryer for 20 minutes and was off again. I passed by some more stores but nothing too exciting. I gathered my clothes and headed back to the hostel. After holding my jeans for 20 minutes while the guy in front of me checked in, I realized that they were still damp and hung them up along with some other items that were damp or I chose not to dry.

When on the train you see all of the French hanging their clothes out of their windows, too bad the window in the hostel is too small...and that I have no hangers. Good thing I have a bottom bunk with the bed above me on a metal frame. I can hang things up without a problem.