The train from Marseille to Bordeaux was




the longest I'd ever seen. Loads of carriages. I regretted not counting them, but not enough to return far enough to be able to see and count them all. There was no breakfast available on this train, sadly. After the bright skies of Aix and Marseille the dark brooding clouds of Toulouse were a bit menacing, but the clouds cleared a bit by the time we got to Agen.

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