To save 30 Euros, I found myself at the Argelès train station at 6 a.m. to exchange my wonderful life in Argelès for my wonderful life in Geneva and promptly fell asleep only to wake in Narbonne and find a snow-covered world.
I love snow, something my father thought was a curse God sent him with each flake. Guess in that I didn't get his DNA.
The ride up is always wonderful as the flat south changes for the mountain countryside as we get closer to the Swiss border.
In Lyon when I exchanged trains I bought a mortagnard sandwich (smoked meat and cheese on wonderful bread) and a tarlette au chocolat. It was also breakfast.
Than back to Geneva...sigh...happiness is...all of it.
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