The train left New York’s Penn Station on time and is rolling north at a good speed.
Marie had packed me a delicious breakfast and lunch, complete with wine and a glass. While waiting in the station hall, I knocked the picnic bag down from my suitcase and the glass shuttered loudly as the Amtrak police – and dog – watched me with impenetrable gazes. Well, the dog’s was more obvious, he thought: “Hey, is it duck prosciuto I smell I your bag?”
We’re stopping in Albany NY now. Montreal in eight and a half hours.