This was an unusual night. Usually, when I step out of my front door the back drop to the station just isn’t there. All you can usually see, or not see, is black.

On cloudless nights the black is broken randomly, by starlight. If so, one bright star shines brighter than them all – The Aiguille du Midi star. The only star that my flat mate Trevor knows of that you can then “go take a tram to in the morning to go ski from”.