Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Monday, 9 November 2015
The train to Liverpool
I took this picture at the National Railway Museum in York, where I took a ridiculous amount of pictures. I love trains that much. This wagon reminded me of my time in Liverpool, where I lived for a year when I was teaching there. I used to commute by train from and to the suburbs, in an overcrowded train that was not nearly as nice looking at this one and not nearly as comfortable. It was a very short journey, but it was the most uncomfortable commute I ever been through. All the same, I miss my time there and even the daily commute. My trips from and to Liverpool to see my then fiancée now wife were much nicer, spent in fast trains going from Lime Street Station. So looking at this wagon in the museum made me remember my life there. And just because it is a nice looking wagon with cheerful colour and I love trains, I decided to upload the picture here tonight.