This sunset view from the Toulouse-Blagnac airport restaurant, Le8me Ciel (good Caesar salad) was quite stunning and I wished, as usual , that I had brought a proper camera. As our bags were close to the edge of cabin bag limit, and I needed to buy things I couldn’t get easily in France, not possible sadly.
The flight was a late slot and our plan was to stay over at the other end at Stansted before driving over to South Wales for a big work commitment and then on up to see friends and family in the Midlands.
I can’t comment on the work gig, but the sight of these two on Saturday morning in one of our favourite cafes was well worth the trip. My son here is consciously adopting his default “The Thinker” pose statue Auguste Rodin and being squeezed by his sister, who then went onto crush Trev for about ten minutes . The painful reality of dealing with having us in France and missing us is getting more, not less, it seems.
I love this photo, it’s their personalities, one quiet but quirky and one sweet but intense, on a plate.