Europe by train: Day 5. Caussade, France to Paris, France.
I love travel days. I love them because after the stress of figuring out which train to catch or where your bus is parked or how to say, “is there a bathroom onboard?” in a foreign language; the time comes when the wheels hit the road and the train slides out of the station and you are in motion.
As I board the train to Paris today I entertain the idea of working while I ride. But I know as soon as I settle into my window seat that I won’t resist the urge to just sit and watch the world speed by.
I’m captivated by the villages and farmlands of France. I love the fraction of a glimpse I get into the world beyond my window. I watch a man in a yellow jacket cast his fishing line into a snaking river. I see a gray crane standing motionless in a plowed field. The dry and weathered corpses of corn stalks seem to nod at me and on the hills behind them a few stubborn trees still hold the brilliant golden leaves of fall.
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