Europe Day 6: Strasbourg to Paris

Bruit a grande vitesse

This trip was true to form for a Train à Grande Vitesse: very fast. French countryside flying by and my sequence of train journeys soon to reach the last stop. I was getting that bittersweet feeling from knowing that an adventure would end soon. I had been privileged to be able to do it and get this far. Would I miss getting on another train to take me to a city to explore? Yes, I think I would always want one more.

But I also started to feel that the constant movement and shared space over the previous six days were both catching up to me. I was getting tired. It was loud here, a single extended family was spread out across the carriage, shouting as if in their own house on Christmas Day (maybe they were on their way to Eurodisney). And their toddler was back to blocking the aisle in search for Euros - making you ask yourself if your business could wait till a toilet in Paris.

Even with all of this activity and noise, and for the first time on this long sequence of trains, I felt myself falling asleep in my seat.