I always get off the train after arriving in a new city with a bit of apprehension. On the train there is no navigating to do, no translations to run in your head, and a bathroom is always within reach. All you have to do is relax in your seat, take a nap. Once off the train, responsibility comes crashing in. The train ride from Nîmes to Lyon was lovely (only 90 minutes long), connected to another train in Lyon and arrived in Brussels after a pause in Lille near the Belgium border. Exiting the Brussels station, I immediately got turned around and had to walk through the station again, past the heavily armed guards patrolling the station. It was lovely to see signs in Dutch as well as French, which I can understand a bit more.