The snow disappeared somewhere west of Dijon, thank goodness. It’s been interesting to experience so much bad weather across Europe (Switzerland wins hands down, of course, in the keep-calm-and-carry-on stakes), but the risk of slipping over on ice or slush quickly detracts from its charms in cities.
I’ve been feeling too unwell to do anything beyond look out of the train window. I managed a little tour round the block when I arrived and had a tisane . . . and now I shall go to bed at the ridiculous hour of 8 p.m. Hopefully I shall feel better tomorrow.