Nimes - June 1975
Oh to be young, 20 years old, traveling on my own, have no hotel reservations and just winging it. No hotel reservations? Just winging it? Who was that person? He certainly doesn’t exist today! Having a Student Railpass that summer of 1975, when I was a Pratt student doing a semester in the South of France, made traveling very easy and convenient. One could just hop on a train. 2nd Class of course, or was it steerage? You could go almost anywhere in Europe, it was already paid for! I usually opted for Paris on the weekends after classes were done. This drawing (and yes, I do see my future lines and compositions developing) was done outside of the Nimes train station, drinking my coffee and waiting for the ten hour night train to Paris. Those trains were very uncomfortable. The cars had one long corridor on one side with compartments on the other. Each cabin held six people and they usually were full. They were cramped, hot and sleeping was difficult. However, you woke up in Paris with a backache, sketchbook in hand and ready to go!
Nimes - June 1975
Oh to be young, 20 years old, traveling on my own, have no hotel reservations and just winging it. No hotel reservations? Just winging it? Who was that person? He certainly doesn’t exist today! Having a Student Railpass that summer of 1975, when I was a Pratt student doing a semester in the South of France, made traveling very easy and convenient. One could just hop on a train. 2nd Class of course, or was it steerage? You could go almost anywhere in Europe, it was already paid for! I usually opted for Paris on the weekends after classes were done. This drawing (and yes, I do see my future lines and compositions developing) was done outside of the Nimes train station, drinking my coffee and waiting for the ten hour night train to Paris. Those trains were very uncomfortable. The cars had one long corridor on one side with compartments on the other. Each cabin held six people and they usually were full. They were cramped, hot and sleeping was difficult. However, you woke up in Paris with a backache, sketchbook in hand and ready to go!