Over the winter break, I got to explore Toulouse with my friends. A vibrantly colorful city that was bursting with character.
The smell of violets pervaded every rue from the numerous shops and markets dedicated in its honor. Public squares and parks sprinkled throughout the city provided pockets of oasis from the whir of cars. Beautiful buildings of all different shades of pink were completely transformed by the time of day. And finally, the sound of harps and violins filled the streets.
I felt so happy seeing beautiful things and could observe the lifted spirits of people that I wondered if the beauty of this city was linked to happiness, as I could recall many memories where this link held true