Okay, let's not be too harsh on Paris....the architecture is very pretty but just needs a good wash. The jokers out there will say that applies to her ladies also.....

We head on to Gare De Lyon Station, which is a bit more like the Paris one expects..a grande facade and quite impressive inside. There's plenty of street theatre to watch as the security guards round up the peddlars....elsewhere the army are patrolling the station with machine guns and polite well dressed old gentlemen politely ask you to give them spare change.
Breakfast is a baguette...but of course. Earlier we went into some sophisticated cafe for breakfast.....we managed to get served some coffee at least but were told there were no croissants or omelette. Imagine that, no croissants in an upmarket cafe. They didnt want us in there did they. We pay our bill, smile and say Merci, remember Agincourt.

We then hop aboard the TGV bound for MIlan. It's big, comfy and not too full. It's going to be a 7 hour trip.

As we leave the station, the Grand Station's rear end has been blighted by yet more graffiti.

It's as if the old girl has had a large terrible tattoo done her not too petite derriere!

We move on through the agricultural flatlands of North East Paris...it's pretty but goes this way for miles and miles........

A few hours later we approach Chambery, it's the start of the French Alps and the scenery is starting to get a lot more exciting

More to follow..........