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Travel Blogs from Lille
... I potentially forgot. No stress, apparently they accept Visa in Dubai too.
As could be expected, there are different challenges to overcome (current, past and future). First challenge is the suitcase. How many kilo's can I cram into a Samsonite? Based on experience, a lot apparently. I guess the most attention goes to my shirts - nicely ironed and folded - ...
I managed to fit in a quick day trip to Lens to see the Louvre outpost there and also connect with a doctoral student I met last summer. We met there, went to the Louvre, had lunch, and then walked to the top of one of "les terrils" and drank some champagne. It was a lovely day all around. I am fond of coal mining towns because of my own geneology. The town has preserved these large coal mountains as a reminder of the hard work and sacrifice of the coal miners.
While in Belguim we decided to
visit the Flanders Fields and Tyne Cott Cemetery. We had to catch a
couple of trains. The ticket lady told us the platform for the
connection, which we got on headed off again. It wasn't until we got to
the end of the train line that we realized we had gone 45 minutes in the
wrong direction… Oh well back on the train we got, this one was quite
nice, a little newer than the last and maybe ...
Had to get up too early this morning. Packed the car and got an almond croissant which was the best croissant ever experienced apparently. I looked forward to the cheese we had saved and planned to have a breakfast en route. Isabelle was lovely and returned our deposit so we set off in the direction of Lille, which Isabelle had said was 'joyeaux cité'. We left Dijon with a little sadness because we had enjoyed such a ...
... up the rest of the meal, along with a couple of bottles of champers and a bottle of red to wash it down, for dessert a raspberry type ice cream....mmmmm The next day we had an hour train journey into Paris, but this time there was no French Legionnaire conductor to check our ticket, in fact to make a further mockery of the whole thing no one even checked our ticket or seat reservation, we could have just walked on to the train without paying and gone all the way to ...