The splendour of history. Despite the memory on cold hands, freezing feet and a red tip of the nose, the mind conjures back up feelings of warmth by looking at these images.
Memories on the smell of fresh baguette and strong coffee. Tasty croissants which were as light as feathers after long walks and explorations.
But also train delays, waiting in crowded railway stations. Not knowing if and when the train will actually run.
Grumpy hotel concierge, citing some stupid rules. And throngs of tourists, vying for some view and stepping on ones feet.
The joy of travel. But the images are a hard won reward, on which the mind can linger.
Toulouse, Versailles, Paris.