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.
Tuesday, 13 August 2019
I took this picture at the National Railway Museum in York, I share it tonight as it illustrates my topic. In our next holidays, we will be traveling by train for part of the journey. This made me think of one family tradition we had when I was a child. My parents always brought with us a travel journal, which we all wrote in every night, sometimes in the train itself, or whatever means of transport we used. Of course, at no moment we had the luxury to write down in a cabin on such old fashioned secretary, as sadly trains that offer such amenities are extremely rare. Even though they remain the comfiest means of transport, I don't think I will ever have the chance to write down my traveling experiences on such desk, in such place. And I guess now, my blog has replaced the travel journals of my childhood. Still, this picture reminded me of this old family tradition, which I hope to recreate one day with Wolfie.