I am reminded of these long walks with the students that came to teach their language in England, hoping to improve their English in return.

A fair trade.

The sound of their laughter, their conversation...

...their warmth.

It all comes back to me as the rain strikes down on the window.

There's no one waiting for me on the station's platform.

From there I went to the old town. I always did like this intricate entanglement of small shopping streets.