THE JOURNEY from Loches to Paris, via Tours again of course, was delightfully uneventful. Unlike when I’d arrived, the train was quiet and I found myself a seat at a table, just like I’d wished for on my way in. This time though I found I couldn’t concentrate on my book. Instead I found myself gazing around at my fellow travellers, wondering who they we…
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