Southern France

My journey began in Toulouse, but I didn’t stay long. I hopped straight on a train to Bordeaux to meet up with some old friends. We spent our time exploring the city’s elegant streets and, of course, indulging in the local cuisine. I finally got to try an authentic Canelé, and it was every bit as delicious as I had imagined. The next day, we took a short trip to the charming medieval village of St-Émilion, famous for its wine and the original Macaron, another treat I was happy to tick off my list.

After three wonderful days in Bordeaux, I took a train to Montpellier. I spent the day wandering through its lively city center. From there, I took another train to Nîmes, a beautiful city steeped in Roman history. The ancient architecture was incredible, and it felt like stepping back in time.

The journey back to Toulouse was where things got interesting. Tired and distracted after a day of exploring, I boarded the wrong train from Montpellier—heading to Paris instead of Toulouse. I realized my mistake and hopped off in Nîmes, where I had to find a place to sleep for the night.

The next morning, I caught an early train, hoping for a smooth ride since my flight was later that day. Of course, the train was delayed for three hours due to an accident at the Matabiau station in Toulouse. Thankfully, I still had just enough time to visit a favorite crepe restaurant from a previous trip before rushing to the airport. I had been looking forward to seeing Toulouse again, and while it wasn’t the reunion I’d planned, the brief walk through downtown was a sweet end to an eventful trip.