i love taking trains. they feel sophisticated, romantic and relaxed. they make any other mode of transportation seem silly.
our train to paris didn't quite fall into most [or any] of these categories and ideas, but that didn't matter. we watched the sun shine, the rain poor and the snow fall, all during our three-hour ride from london to paris. we drank the worst coffee ever. we tried to sleep. we conversed with fellow north americans. we held hands. we tried to imagine what was yet to come.
paris. together.
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