From the TGV

by Diane

It’s been one of those business things that happens when you’re making other plans. (sigh) Zurich/Basel, Strasbourg, Paris, Geneva: one day each. Not enough time to settle in anywhere. A new checkout every morning. And it was raining in Paris. In lilac time. There is no justice. (Well, there is justice, but sometimes it manifests really strangely.)

Meanwhile, this phonecam shot from Gare de Lyon in Paris. Most of the people in the shot are reacting to some supporters of a football (US: “Soccer”) club heading off to a match, waving flags, blowing whistles and singing encouraging songs.

The cat has heard it all. Throws a glance at the writer of wizardly stuff, sitting off to one side with her luggage and her coffee, and moves on.

Note to YW fans: doubtless a gating technician, caught en passant. (With all the stations in Paris, and the age of the place, they probably need a fair number of them. Nearly as many as at Chur, which is smaller, but somewhat older in terms of human settlement.)

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