We took the train from Marseille to Paris- on the TGV (bullet train).
Golden countryside from the continuous heatwave – we feel like baked apples.
Villages drift past like forgotten postcards.
From one end of France to the other, the train speeds through a living tapestry.
Mist lifts from valleys, villages appear then vanish, vineyards surrender to forests, rivers flash like silver threads.
Every window frames another fleeting story, inviting wonder and leaving you chasing the horizon beyond the next bend.
Have you traveled on the TGV?
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