The Festival in Clermont Ferrand was exhausting, we spent most of the time in the exhibition and later we would have dinner
...and sketch each other of course!
Later I took the train to Paris, and what it seemed to be a pleasant ride, became a nightmare.
The train got damaged and we got stuck for 3 hours in the middle of nowhere.
We got off the train and waited, so I met some other people who were also in the Festival in Clermont Ferrand, like the writer Frederic Debomy. Here he was looking at a nun walking in the foggy landscape.