Picking up from my last post, we did arrive at the local train station and found that we could all ride the same train together at least for a little while. First we had to wait… and some of us were less than happy with this.
The purchase of a little snack made us all feel a bit better.
Here comes the train…and we’re off!
Crossing the Tamar estuary on Brunel’s historic bridge as viewed from the window of train number one. After a short ride, we said goodbye to John’s daughter and granddaughter waving them off as their 2nd train departed. In these next three photographs, I’m in the reflection you see in the window outside of the train saying goodbye while John’s granddaughter’s little face is looking back at us through the window from inside the train.
Me with my backpack and my wedding bouquet…it looks like I’m blowing kisses.
A Last Look Back
We boarded our next train and then dashed to our bus before arriving at the airport and our plane which fortunately was delayed by the weather. After they deiced the plane, we were on our way to our honeymoon destination…the city of love…Paris!
I’ll be back tomorrow with more, but let me leave you with a challenge…can anyone out there guess why I took the flowers below with me to Paris…leave me a comment with your thoughts and I’ll announce who gets it right first.
Gifts Of The Journey 
Hmmmm, I was curious myself as to why you traveled with your bouquet!
Perhaps you wanted to leave it somewhere to commemorate someone?
Kim is right in that I took my bouquet in order to leave it behind…any thoughts as to where that might be…
Someone’s grave at Père Lachaise?
That’s right…Carolyn. There’s a lot of folks buried there…want to guess which grave?
Oh dear. I was afraid you’d ask!
Too many hundreds to choose from! But I’d guess Jim Morrison is much too much of a cliche for someone as independent as you, I can’t think of any photographers, so maybe Colette or Proust? Or Gertrude Stein? Or for an off the wall possibility, Richard Wright, because he was an American from the South?
Chopin?
Edit Piaf?
I’m guessing female, independent-spirited, talented, and possibly American.