And suddenly there are cypress trees and the vegetation is looking scrubbier . . . and surely that is Pic St Loup I can see in the distance? (From what depths have I dredged up that idea?)
Ooh, look – olive trees!
The Mediterranean arrives at Sète:
and there are flamingoes on the étangs near Perpignan.
Next, the train crosses the Pyrenees:
and in less than an hour I shall be in Barcelona. But I’ve already arrived at Springtime Centrale.