I'm in second class on the TGV. It's warm. Oh, if one could just feel a little breeze from time to time, but instead the heat is drugging me into a inescapable stupor. I'm in the aisle seat, and Madame - in the window seat, has flown the coop leaving all her things here. Outside the dirty window are flat fields of yellow as far as the eye can see. Occasionally they are punctuated by tall poplars and old farm buildings. The farmers are working, making hay.