Welp, left France, am now in Italy. Took a train that cut over/through the Alps. Mountain tops shrouded in clouds, glistening blue and green rivers tumbling over rocks, trees of green as far as the eye can see. Yes, yes, all very romantic and beautiful. Not that romantic, actually, given that the train was very crowded and noisily full of people.
And confirming my earlier comments RE stereotypes, there was a crowd of loud, fat, obnoxious Americans hooting and howling at one end of the carriage. Apologies to my many American friends, for I know very well you’re not all like that, but the 10% of your country that elects to get a passport and leave your shores is really letting the rest of you down.