I wavered for a long time on the title of this post. The alternate title for this post would have been “why I love trains” but I think the title I eventually settled on was better.
We had our first snowfall in France this past weekend. I seem to have followed it around as I scampered north to the Alsace region of France – the part that borders Germany and Switzerland. I had a 4 hour train ride up to Mulhouse on Sunday. And below, my friends, is what I saw, under grey skies filled with endless clouds.
This was my first impression of the French countryside under a blanket of snow.
A little while later, we started following this river.
I wish I knew the name of this river, but alas, I don’t even know where we were when we passed by this area. Nonetheless, I think it would be brilliant to live in one of these quaint little villages.
These photos seem so ephemeral to me. I have no doubt that when I take the same journey north up to Strasbourg in a few weeks, I will pass by the same river and the same homes. But will I recognize these places again? The chances of that happening are so slim. But never fear, I will try my hardest to keep my eyes open and inquisitive on the ride, if only to capture fleeting moments like this on a train.