I’m fascinated by railway stations, maybe it’s the always renewed emotion of leaving and coming back.
Railways stations are universes apart, with their own inhabitants, always different and always similar, with their noises, their colours, their sounds, their banality, which can be also intriguing.
La Gare du Nord, The North Station, in Paris is also the door which leads to England, beside Belgium and Holland.
Maybe railways stations absorb a little of the spirit of the countries which are connected with them, even though they remain always elsewhere.
We take a special high speed train here, called Thalys. Bruxelles is only a little more than one hour away.
Just the time for a last cappuccino, lulled by the choral sound of the station, like the waves of a petrified ocean.