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.