Farewell Marseille

I'm ever so impressed that this tree appears to be thriving under the station roof with no apparent means of watering. I suspect all that happens under the concourse floor.

About two hours into my train journey north, the sun, which had been casting a rich glow on the autumn leaves and rolling hills between Marseille and Chalon-sur-Saône (roughly - hard to tell on a speedy TGV), had disappeared behind monotonous pale grey cloud. 40 minutes later we were into mist and rain and by the time I was back in London it was cold. 

It definitely changes my mood.