The musical tune of the train, it’s about two measures worth. It’s the same tune from when we were here in 2006 and played before every announcement or train departure.
The sound of a diesel vehicle approaching and when I turn, expecting to see a large truck, I realize it’s just a compact car.
The clack and scrape of hard-soled shoes walking on stone sidewalks.
The sound of the passenger trains drifting up the hill from the Palaiseau stop and into my living room window.
The banging of shutters closing.
The crackling of a warm and fresh baguette being pulled apart.
The “bonjour” offered by every shop clerk or cashier upon entry into their store.
The wind “whoosing” through the subway tunnels.
The whirring and thumping of our washing machine once again starting to spin. This happens over and over as the shortest cycle takes 4 hours.
The crackle of a small avalanche of acorns falling from the trees outside our window.
Sweet little voices at our son’s school speaking a beautiful language.
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