Duane opens the window and sees FOG and decides NOT to ride the "Little Yellow Train" today. Then Robert (Rowbear) returns from his croissant run (He goes out every morning for fresh Croissants) and announces that just around the corner the sun is shining. Duane makes a mad dash fro thr train station and arrives just seconds ahead of a group of ancient Germans who want tickets too. Duane oout manuevers them and deftly lands 2 roundtrip tickets to Mont Louis. Breakfast with Rowbear and Leanda (Linda) (our newest best friends) and then to the train. We almost are forced into the train car with the ancient Germans, but Paula eyes an opening in another car. Zoom, we are in. This turned out to be great fun as we have landed in a car full of Belgiums intent on hiking the entire length of the Pyrennes. We had great fun with them all the way (They speak great English) to Mont Louis and vowed to visit them in their home town of Kent. Maybe next year.
Now to the "Most Beautiful Train Ride" in France. . . . . Well we can report that we have ridden trains ALL over the world (France, Italy, Germany, England, China, Spain and Alaska) and can now announce that the French are correct. This a a dynamite train ride. Almost as good as the train out of Skagway, Alaska!! What we learned a few hours later is that when motivated (And going in that direction by car anyway) One can bypass the train (And the pricey tickets) by simply driving up the parallel road. . . . . Now we know.  Taking the train does avoid the car wreck however.
After saying our goodbyes to Robert and Linda and collecting the Fiat we take off up the road following the same route as the train (Without the irritating tracks). The drive up and beyond Most Louis is beautiful and worth an entire day of mountain driving (Duane really wants the Boxster). This ski Resort country with a new mountain in every direstion. But after a whole day on the road we are ready to get settled in for the night so we stop in the little town of St. Giron (or something like that). Tomorrow we will head to the Atlantic and St. Jean de Luz. Great day, but Paula is glad to be out of the mountains.  I think we are winding down. . . .