That is how it felt. Arrival at Geneva airport and then straight to the train station.
On the train to Lyon I saw vast fields of sunflowers. Van Gogh's sunflowers. The sunset was painting them in a bluish green hue. I am in the south of France, the land of inspiration for the impressionists. The land of absinthe, love and light.
My friend Clio was waiting. Everyone is here for her birthday.