Well, I’m in Lyon. It is everything I dreamed it would be: a train station filled with people. My train to Avignon leaves in about half an hour. Nothing too exciting to report. I’ve had a lunch, but I don’t see any bathrooms around.
I’m now in a bigger city, so I’m slightly more nervous. I hear the stories about pickpockets, and “thieving gypsies”, so I’m trying to be more watchful. Chamonix was such a small town I didn’t have as many concerns. But now I’m wandering around a big train station, looking lost, and hauling a big suitcase. I probably have some target sign written on me.
2012-9-6 15:55