Besancon cow bells

31 st of August, 2018

The sounds of Besancon outside the the

window, window opened to let out the stale air of the hotel room. There is the mule of the tram, the squeal of the metal wheels. The trams here have a warning hell that sounds like an alpine cowbell. Softer, more pleasant than the Munich trams. Outside the window, the old town in the valley, all grey and unspectacular in the light of the early morning fog. Take a shower, the hotels water is hot, the hotels shampoo is quite neutral, there is nothing to complain about. This will be the last day in France, a return to Landshut later on in the day. There is harry now, hurry to get a total breakfast for what it is worth.

Lett and then wore on.