Seven a.m. at the Gare d'Austerlitz in Paris. Late August. Transitioning from Paris back to Saint-Aignan, and from summer to autumn.
The day before — my last in Paris this time — had felt more like early November than late August. It had rained, hard and steady, for 24 hours. It was time to go home. By the way, that's the tower at the Gare de Lyon, on the other side of the Seine and covered in scaffolding, that I could see from my vantage point at the Gare d'Austerlitz.
My train would be pulling out, headed south, in about 30 minutes. I just had time for un café et un croissant. That's the other transition. From yesterday's blog post to today's. Bon weekend.