In Maastricht it rains all day so we get soaked while taking pictures of cars and churches. I try to hide out in the Oilily store, but that doesn't last too long because I'm the only one who can stay interested in orange and pink flower pants for more than .5 seconds. The next day we visit three more countries in rapid succession. It's about 10 minutes to Belgium, where we change trains to get to France via Luxembourg. Change trains in France again to get to Colmar.
French trains are smoky and have natty mustard-colored curtains.
The Belgian trains are red and institutional. Dutch trains are roomy with liberal amounts of orange vinyl. Arriving at this insightful comparison is how I use my time waiting to pull into Colmar. It's been a long long day. In the late afternoon we arrive in Colmar and although we are only there for one night, it's a small enough village to enjoy a lot in that short amount of time.