The first train I ever remember riding was when I was 17 in Europe going from London the France. And then a few days later, we took the train from France to Italy.... it was an overnight train and I've been in love ever since. I don't even know what it is about trains. They have character. And the older the better. This weekend I found myself climbing all over several train cars hoping to find a door unlocked or hoping Adam wouldn't yell at me if I climbed on top of one. No luck. But I have pictures to enjoy!
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