Well, we made it to Paris, and in an even more startling piece of luck we actually made it to the apartments we had booked.
Just a little note: i am typing on a french style keyboard, and they are a bit different from English language ones. As a result my touchtyping skills are nil and i might make some errors beyond the usual.
The train trip to Paris was very pleasant: a nice final viewing of the English countryside. It took about 2 hours.
Unfortunately things were not so great when we got to the Paris railway station: dad was almost bowled over by a rude frenchwoman who then had the gall to yell at him. We had to wait for more than an hour before we got out of the station, and this all while it was over 30° and the station a greenhouse.
Paris traffic is brutal: we caught a cab, and as far as i can tell driving here is less about car skill than it is about intimidating your fellow drivers. The most impressive feat our cabdriver managed was to win a game of chicken with a bus. I do not know how the bus driver felt, but i know that i briefly felt terror.
Not too much more to report: i am tired (and still suffering this bloody cold). Perhaps later or tomorrow we will do some exploring, but for the moment i need a snooze.
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I have to say that the traffic in Paris was one of the most exciting things about the place.
There's nothing like dodging two lanes of traffic as it comes up the footpath at you.
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