train

Going home, on the (delayed) 14.40. 

Midway through a long day. 

The ticket reminded me of the other weekend. Here, they glance at it or scribble on it with a pen.

Saturday night before last, getting the train back to Toulouse from Carcassonne after the rugby, I was expecting a French TGV to do the honours. In fact it was RENFE Avé which had come from Barcelona via Perpignan.

Very classy, as it happens. The point is I had an SNCF ticket (obviously) and the Spanish conductor just scanned the barcode on it with his machine, nodded, smiled and moved on. 

We have some catching up to do.