I am writing this on a high-speed TGV coasting through the countryside of France. It is smooth and quiet, with no indication of the thunderous roar occurring on the outside. We witnessed this yesterday as we waited for our train from Fontainebleu to Paris. Suddenly all the air was sucked from the platform, and our eardrums exploded as a train blurred past.
I start badly, as what I really wanted to write about was the light on the first week of the trip. It is gray and misty outside and it made me realize that during our time in the Paris region, we did not encounter the romantic golden-yellow light so abundant in Tuscany. It is something I can add to the photographs at a later date by tweaking the color temperature, this Tuscan light would give a much truer feel for the beautiful buildings and boulevards, a much truer “spirit of place”, but unfortunately would not give a true remembrance of the scene, one blighted by muted grey, lacking in any vibrance. What am I to do?