Ostensibly we were there to see the paintings of Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec but theology was in our face all the time. The local church, seen below, is a very aggressive refutation of Albigensianism.
See what I mean? That last image, BTW, is sideways but it matters little - you get the drift. Woe and worse to heretics.H. T. Lautrec is a genius, of course, but really - really - he is. Magic. Every piece was a masterpiece. The early work was an eye opener, he never had an off-day. Always original, always fresh. Still relevant. The museum itself is also beautiful - here is a window by the portraits of his mother, with two doves sheltering from the drizzle.
The drizzle was slight but the Garonne, the local river, was in high flood (see below) and other parts of France are having a very wet time...
We took refuge in the Saturday flea market, what bliss, though our vide greniers are better. Not very good stuff and jolly pricey. Back home in Tilling, it is raining - warm, not much more than a drizzle, but no market worth mentioning and few people loitering.
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