Appartement d'hotes Folie Mericourt
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Bonjour! After an early start in London, bus to Dover, then a ferry to Calais... I was in France. Left hand drive, right side of the road and road signs you can't read is pretty unnerving. As we approached Paris, airport runways pass over the highway and the roar of jets filled the air. The outskirts of the city are quite old and not terribly ...
... was finished on Wednesday night but would be by Friday night for opening. The owner is also looking for staff and when he found out what i'd been doing and that I will be back, he said that i should go and see him about a job. I also promised to pass the news on to UNE in Australia so other students doing the exchange program in Angers may be able to pick up part time work.
And that brings us to today. Two days to go. Next stop - home!
... strode in, coins in hand, phone number in the other and then looked at the phone to dial. Look turns to stare. Stare turns to furtive search. No slot for coins. No slot for coins and no slot for credit card.
Apparently you need a card which has to be bought at the Tabac to buy a phone card. Its almost 8:00 pm and the tabac is closed.
The sun is starting to set. I'm starting to get desperate. I considered ...
... myself in some sort of dark dungeony room. Seriously, I am trying to make myself into a horror movie victim on this trip!
Making it back just in time to get back on the bus we returned to the road for more seemingly endless driving. Of the whole trip this was the longest and most uninteresting drive but we still made the best of it. FUN FACT: Gute Fahrt, as amusing as it to say, means 'Good Journey'. BONUS FUN FACT: Sometimes they would play local ...
On Tuesday morning, sleep deprived and mildly hungover, Mitch and I decided that standing in Paris' longest line was the best possible idea. So we hopped the RER down to Denfert Rocehreau, to wait for 2+ hours for entry to the catacombs. I'd never done this before (someone had evidently told me about the line). It wasn't so bad, being the two of us: we traded off waiting and wandering, exploring the delightful market street nearby (Maison du Pate, I love you) and ...