On the Move
2:31 AM
Thursday, the 19th--we all managed to arrive back at our hotel in Montmartre, do our last minute shopping (for me, food for the train and a last crepe in Paris), drag suitcases down to the bus, and off!
We were, in fact, so organized, and had so little traffic, we had a couple hours to wait at the train station.
I've still never ridden a train in the U.S. [but hope maybe can do a train-travel class sometime with Amy D. or Tonya C.], but I really like trains in Europe, especially these bullet trains. I think Paula took some pics of our train--sleek, clean, protected from graffiti. So much better than planes--wide seats, easy to walk around, no hassle with luggage, and some scenery.
East-central France, flashing by outside--low rolling hills, scattered trees, a rainbow in the irrigation spray, farmhouses. Almost a postcard, almost Missouri.
But not quite Missouri somehow. A different green, the details of agriculture, and not the regularity of land long-ago divided in sections, the abscense of billboards, ah, and then mountains in the background. And soon, in Aix, we glimpse the Mediterranean, and arrive in Nice soon after.
bob
We were, in fact, so organized, and had so little traffic, we had a couple hours to wait at the train station.
East-central France, flashing by outside--low rolling hills, scattered trees, a rainbow in the irrigation spray, farmhouses. Almost a postcard, almost Missouri.
But not quite Missouri somehow. A different green, the details of agriculture, and not the regularity of land long-ago divided in sections, the abscense of billboards, ah, and then mountains in the background. And soon, in Aix, we glimpse the Mediterranean, and arrive in Nice soon after.
bob
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