The train ate the countryside. Hills flattened, autumn burned in the grass. Spires cut the horizon. A city arose as if by magic, a construction of civilization on the land, where animals had roamed. They took a taxi to their bnb. Harriet did not want to rest. She was tired of resting on the train. Her trip to the Midi would be too short to permit her to rest. They would be able to see only one city Instead of three cities with the sumptuous delight of the poet Sidonius,
Hail, Narbonne, rich in health, beautiful to see in the city and the countryside, with your walls, your citizens, your fortifications, your shops, your gates, your forum, your theater, your sanctuaries, your capitals, your money changers, your baths, your arches, your storehouse, your markets, your meadows, your fountains,
