Baguettes have an edible life span of less then 12 hours. After that they turn to rocks, more suitable for fencing or sword fighting then eating. We’ve got a pair of them in our car, from yesterday, and no none seems to be able to get rid of them. These sit on top of a box between the front seats and keep sliding around or falling into Sean when I come to a stop. Finally Sean can’t take it anymore so he opens the window, takes the Baguettes and hurls them into the streets of Toulouse. Unfortunately, he does this just as I roll to a stop at a red light so we’re just sitting there while all these people walk past staring at us and the shattered baguettes sitting on the road.
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Cops in Toulouse
Two cars, full of french cops, pulled up on Sean as he exited the convenience store outside the squat where we were staying. The cops emptied out of their cars and surrounded Sean. One grabbed him, pined his arms behind his back, a second cop started firing rapid fire questions in french while a third took his pulse. (I find this to be particularly strange, what were they expecting to find? I imagine anyone would have a pretty abnormal pulse right after they got jumped by a bunch of armed men.) “My legs were shaking, as they patted me down.” Sean said later, “They asked me for my passport and where I was staying.” “I was so scared, I had no Idea what the address was and my passport was back with my things, so I just gave them my california drivers license.”
Later we’re eating croissant and pan au chocolate in the garden with Cyril, “Yeah the cops here are really bad,” he says, “they can keep you for two days on just suspicion.”