This morning we headed to the railway station in Toulouse to take a train to Castres, the little town in the Tarn where I spent a year as Assistante de Langue Anglais at a secondary school.
The train was considerably more plush than those I remember from 1976/77 (unsurprisingly) but the countryside and many of the railway buildings had changed very little..
It is hard to see but this is a field of sunflowers.
Once in Castres we took a free bus which dropped us close to the school where I worked. It was always a rather forbidding place and it really hadn't changed..
We walked into the historic centre of Castres which had of course changed very little - just a few photos ..