Our journey of a thousand leagues begins with a cab ride, or actually with a Maggie ride to Luneville.
There were little lumps in our throats as we glanced back at the harbour, and we weren't sure if it's because of the farewells, or the anticipation of the "hellos" in a day or two, but once again we couldn't help but notice the lack of emotion attached to the journey itself.
Perhaps as travellers we have become "seasoned", comfortable with being "on the bus" that takes us to our next .
Five trains later (if we count the change in the tube at Edgeware Road) with only a break for coffee with apple and caramel crepes in Paris, and a bit of a wander round the Galleries La Fayette, we were tucked up safely in London with Shelley and Julian.
Tomorrow evening, another train and then the journey begins.
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