En route

After a walk this morning in the Bois de Vincennes - which was supposed to be my introduction to Nordic walking but which turned into a stroll since M-C and I spent too much time nattering to concentrate - I headed for Gare de Lyon and the fast train south. A meal, a walk over the swollen river Isère for a gig, a walk back in pouring rain, and now thunder is trapped in the bowl of mountains that surround Grenoble.