From Madrid we took the Francisco de Goya service that runs overnight to Paris. Our last long journey for the trip and our second last day together.
In the early afternoon we pulled out of Charmantin and headed north across the rolling plains of the Meseta.
As evening closed in we adjourned to the dining car, shades of the Orient Express to sit and watch and talk as the landscape of central Spain rolled by in the afternoon light.
Paris in the morning…