Rain, more rain, then a little more rain. A fine day to be leaving the mountains.
Amazingly, we all managed to get up in time for the 8 am start, crammed everything and everyone into the van and the car and drove to Grenoble. A bizarre feeling sitting in a car and watching the world go past without having to pedal. Almost as bizarre was listening to The House of the Rising Sun playing on the radio … in French. We tried to sing along, improvising in a strange mix of English and French as words occurred to us.
464FF later and I’m sitting waiting for the train to Lyon and onwards to Lille. My bike is still in the van, subject to the tender mercies of Andy and Suzie on their way back to the UK.
Step one complete! I arrived at Lyon and got myself onto the TGV. After smiling and nodding on the platform to the beautiful girl who had a burmese cat in her carry bag, I found myself sitting opposite her for the trip to Lille. Opposite her, but next to a large fat man who chewed his nails the entire time he was in the train — beauty and the beast. I want to take a photo of her and the cat, but don’t know how to ask.
Where?
Vaujany(45.15,6.0833333), Grenoble, Lyon, Lille
