Going Home

On Sunday morning David drove me to the train station. In France, they have photocops that flash when  you pictured for your speeding ticket.  David got flashed twice on our way in to the train station. The funny thing is he probably won't end up with points on his license, because the company car he drives is licensed in Belgium so while the company may end up having to pay the fine, France can't give them points.  But that also led David to tell me this funny thing about having a Belgium plate.  Since he has Belgium plates and French people think Belgium drivers are unskilled and rude, he doesn't feel as embarrassed if he accidentally cuts someone off while merging, because everyone expects that of a Belgium driver. Coming home was a long day. It was a 30 min drive  to the train station, a 2 hr train ride, then a 9.5 hr flight over Atlantic, then a long wait thru customs in Atlanta and then a delayed flight to Nashville, so by the time I got home, i was pretty exhausted. Other random thoughts: French toilets, no seat, just the bowl, not sure if that is traditional or what, certainly not the case everywhere. Not a big fan of this. In France, every city has a symbol.  For the medieval city, it was a dragon.  This got me wondering again what creature that dragon was actually based on.  Its prevalence in European culture suggests it must have been based on something.