Or so hopefully.
Although Trenitaglia made Thello die, the comfortable night train that took us to Dijon, my personal tour agency found a way to get me to Sélestat e, ça va sans dire, make me go home. So much so that we know, it is not easy to leave for Europe from cul-de-sac where I live, at least by train, and even if you were tempted by the plane (that I don't love) direct flights to Northern Europe can be counted on the fingers of one hand.
Allora, see you up?