The first in an occasional series.
The last Saturday in January, mid-morning, I left Montpellier. It was cold enough to wear a down vest under my long coat; where I was going would be much colder. The transfer at Mulhouse was uneventful, if awkward: moving my luggage (a massive rolling suitcase, a backpack/duffle bag, and my beloved Menlo Masters swim pack, which was my new computer bag) involves several trips in and out of the train, then a specific order of loading so I can carry it all. Continue Reading