Scarves in Paris

A tree had fallen on the rails and my train was cancelled. I had to take another line: the station I took the train from is right in the middle of the woods, and the train took me to a different station than usual, in another arrondissement of Paris (closer to work, actually, but going to the station to take it took me 20 minutes instead of 5...), and a different crowd. It's good to break patterns sometimes.

Scarves.
Looking up!