France with a Belgian sauce

It was, again, a very hot day and I didn’t feel like sitting at the pool from early on. I’m sure my son, if he could speak, would have said exactly the same thing. So I took him to Rouffach with the airconditioned car, where we set up gear and a playing blanket under a large umbrella.
It was a day in France that felt almost like a day along the tracks in Belgium. 4 out of 6 freights came from Belgium, and on top of that I met the guys from Trainbelge.

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