It is a tradition with my family to stop at the Train Bleue when we leave Paris for Marseille.
I asked Natacha to pick what room she would like to sit in.
Hopefully Le Train Bleue will never change its red leather chairs.
Our last day in Paris, Natacha heads out tomorrow at the ungodly hour of four in the morning.
I wonder how I am going to drive to the airport… toothpicks come to mind.
I had a Chai tea, Natacha had a cheese platter.





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