We got up this morning and said goodbye to Bruno at Hotel Aragon.  Bruno told us a story about his father’s life  being saved by American soldiers during WWII.  His father was only five years old and his grandmother would never talk about the incident.  All she would say was “The Germans were here.”  So, no one knows what happened.

We drove to Albi and visited the magnificent cathedral.  Then we went to lunch, which was fabulous.  We walked to the Toulouse Lautrec Museum and spent a couple of hours looking at his art work.  It was amazing and I love his work.  He is one of my favorite artists.  Lola and Barbara bought posters.  When we got ready to leave the parking lot which was three floors underground we couldn’t get the gate to go up.  We put the ticket in the machine and it said we owed 7.30 Euros but there was no where to put in the money.  Panic set in.  I got out and went to the car in back of us and said we didn’t know what to do.  The lady passenger got out and ask me if we had paid and I said no.  We had to go to the 1st floor and pay first.  Lola took the ticket and paid while we drove around the parking garage.  We left Albi and headed east.  We searched for a hotel with no success.  I put an address in the Garmin for a Best Western Hotel in Castres and it was a dump and not a Best Western.  Now the search was on.  We went to the tourist office and asked for a three star hotel.  There was none in that city.  He directed us to a three star hotel 15 miles away called Demeure de Flore.  It is gorgeous and I know we will have a great time.