The train left the small Paris Bercy station a couple and a half hours ago, and out the window I can already see the lines of a different landscape, the hills welcoming the carriages. When I told my French friend that I was going to Clermont-Ferrand, a city in central France, in Auvergne, she raised her eyebrows – either in regret or surprise. A city with a Gothic cathedral made of black volcanic stone, old quarters and Michelin tire factories, …
The train left the small Paris Bercy station a couple and a half hours ago, and out the window I can already see the lines of a different landscape, the hills welcoming the carriages. When I told my French friend that I was going to Clermont-Ferrand, a city in central France, in Auvergne, she raised her eyebrows – either in regret or surprise. A city with a Gothic cathedral made of black volcanic stone, old quarters and Michelin tire factories, …