On our return trip to New York we sat on the left of the train, facing east. A spotty rain left the windows pixelated and promised extra-spotty pictures for the rest of the journey, but they dried after a few hours.
Our train picnic ended with a Boursault, Vince's favourite cheese, and, as far as I know, unavailable Stateside. We took our previous conductor's advice and brought our own wine. Sadly, we left the duck rillettes behind in Beloeil.
The rising and falling mists were incredibly atmospheric and I would have loved to have stopped the train for some really good pictures.
Pictures for a painter.
The Frenchie's (beautiful!) version is here. And here are some more reasons why I loved it.