The summer solstice is a day early this Leap Year. In London today (that’s today Me Time, yesterday You Time) dawn broke with leaden skies dumping loads of rain on the city.
It was a wet walk to the tube at 8.00 and then the Piccadilly line was hot and fetid. The queues at St Pancras were epic because of football fans travelling to Saint-Étienne to watch England play Slovakia. This journey can only get better.
It takes about twenty minutes to get from Paris Nord to Paris Austerlitz. The Gare word seems to have been supplanted by Paris. The metro is close to the main line station but I had another walk in the rain. There is time to buy a baguette, un Parisien, filled with butter and ham. The train south to Toulouse leaves on time. I’m getting off after four hours at Brive-la-Gaillard … and here I am.
It’s a warm evening and the view is as good as the pastis.