Sketching the train from Nimes to Paris
It was sad to say goodbye to the millhouse which had treated us so well, but exciting to head off to Paris.
After all, I had a conference to go to, so there was work to be done!
We caught the fast train, carrying along a picnic of baguettes, smelly cheese and red wine. What a life.
My sister groaned when she saw this. She is good at French (fortunately), but my last experience of the language was at school over two decades ago. And I wasn’t good at it then. I don’t think she quite got my joke when I used “Pigeon French” on this page. Oh well!