It's Sunday in Toulouse, and I'm guessing, what with this being a very catholic nation, that everything is closed for God. I was planing on going to Le supermarket and buying a cheap lunch and diner. This means a cup of noodles and a frozen, microwavable something. My master plan was foiled. I had tried to go last night on my way home from the sunset shoot by the river. But on a Saturday night, everything in my neighborhood was shuttered up before 8PM. Uh-oh. This morning as I headed towards the market, rosary beads in hand, my heart sank, and more loudly my stomach as I turned the corner and saw the shutters still down.
Lucky for me, two of the shops in the trash strewn French version of a strip mall are owned by Muslims. I know I'm profiling, but in a good way. A small produce market and a bakery. The produce market has a small bag of pasta and a can of tomato paste. More praying that my apartment came equipped with a can opener. At the bakery I was able to buy a bag of croissants with a donut for 2 euro.
I know I could hop on the Metro and ride into town and probably find something more grown up. But for some reason I can't explain, I would rather eat a bag of croissants for lunch and dinner than get back on the Metro. I don't have a can opener.
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