La gare a CDG.
La gare a Nimes.
As you travel south, the skies begin to lighten. Countryside rolls by: near Paris, sweeping fields of hay, both verdant green and harvested bronze; then rocky hillsides, small villages, rivers, etc., until you arrive at Nimes. You step off the train, manhandling your luggage down the steep narrow steps of the train. You give a hand to the American woman woman-handling her suitcase down the steps and she says thanks. She and her husband are dressed in all-white, and they walk up and greet a guy wearing jeans and a Zildjian (cymbals) t-shirt. The accents are definitely southern, and it turns out "the guy" is . . . Butch Trucks. Yes, that Butch Trucks. Le monde est petit.