Views from the TGV train's window.
The French countryside flashed by.
Castles, bridges, towers, ….landscape that changes with the seasons.
As we rode along from the south of France to Paris the sun light poured through the clouds, giving us a spectacular show.
Dark to light, grey to bright.
The land toiled, the trees beginning to bud, a hint of green, spring was calling in the air.
Thank you for the many imaginative "how I met you" stories. Holy cow are you guys good. Weaving in bits of blogs passed: I-beam, Dumpster Diving, Youth Group, the Monastery, Willows, Brocantes, Dancing…. impressive bunch you are. And again why do I do this to myself, picking one nugget is not as easy task when the pot is full of gold.
Jackie's story was utterly amazing. A scarf will come your way from China.
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