We closed the door to our small Paris apartment for the last time - it was 6:30 am and the streets of the Latin Quarter were dark and wet, the clatter of the wheels from our bags the only sound to be heard as we made our way to Cookie's hotel, followed by a brisk walk to St Michel station.
Tickets purchased, the train arrives and we all get on, Cookie headed for the airport and all of us holding back, knowing that the last goodbye is only minutes away. Debbie and I get off at the next stop and we see Cookie looking out from her window seat, tears held back by everyone as she disappears into the tunnel and we head for our train to Milan and on to Padua.
We are now flying through the French countryside on a TGV (translation: very f...ing fast train), the morning mist and cloud hang over the land like a blanket, lakes and rivers flash by; the first stop comes and goes and we go on deeper into the centre of France, ever closer to our change of trains at Milan.
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