Toto, we’re not in Francia anymore

When the sun came out, it shown on the various green spaces scattered around Toulouse. Where the old town met the new, nearly hidden by business suits and briefcases, I spied a sign for the Caffarelli park.

The dragon was the first hint that this park was out of the ordinary. Looping around the rain-induced sludge, I crested a hill and came upon a view which evoked the orient. Later I discovered that this particular section of the park, which includes a tea pavilion and plenty of exotic plants, was created in the early 1980s in a spot that previously housed military barracks.  The area’s serene beauty must stand in stark contrast to what originally ruled this ground.