I found myself breakfasting yesterday morning in Le Train Bleu en route to Barjac in the south of France to visit Anselm Kiefer, whose exhibition opens at the RA in September. In the morning, I walked the neighbourhood:
I unexpectedly came across a fire:
I admired the wonderful neo-baroque detailing of the Gare de Lyon and its ironwork train shed:
And settled down to fried eggs in the grandest station buffet in France:
One thought on “Le Train Bleu”
where’s de fried eggs?