It's a glorious Twelfth ... on the train Valence -> Lyon -> Geneva

No sign of beating Lambeg drums, Orange collarettes, or pictorial banners as we left Valence this morning.

The French must be combining their celebrations with Bastille Day on Saturday.

And the only acrid smoke was from the kitchen when I forgot to take the bread out of the old-fashioned toaster - one which holds the bread against the filament and doesn't have a pop-up function! Oops

So nothing unusual to report - except a train that left 5 minutes late and arrived bang on time (as opposed to an additional half hour late).