Campanile Saint Quentin-en-Yvelines
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... to be Canal Saint-Martin. From there, I made my way to the bridge called Pont d'Austerlitz and meandered along the Seine for a lovely long walk. I enjoyed Jardin des Plantes right along the Seine, and made my way into the Saint Germain district. J'adore, j'adore, j'adore this area. On my way to meet Margaret and Will in the Odeon area, I just happened to walk by the Cluny Museum, the Sorbonne, and a few more ...
... and windy I was happy to take it all in. When the tour finished I walked down the stairs (which is much quicker than the lift) with Barbra (to get more stairs in). At the lights Barbra and I caught up again and walked back to the Metro together. And chatted heaps, it was nice to meet someone in Paris I have stuff in common with and who has moved here from somewhere (very inspiring). At the metro said goodbye again and then jumped on the 9 where I struggled to ...
... so that's how we found out we'd be switched to a bus. The bus was there, but the driver was vague with us. "Je n' parle pas Frances" said I, and the driver said, "y mi non" or so it seemed. Anyway, there were some clues, our number on the ticket matched the number on a sign on the windshield of the bus, and our ticket and the bus sported the same logo. The bus took us to Bayonne, where Norm said, "Just wait, it will be another ...
... stomach). We also explored Walt Disney studios, in which a highlight for me was Ratatouille world. Yes the rides were better than in Disneyland (not for the faint of heart), but being in an imitation of Paris, looking up at Gusteau's restaurant, really made me appreciate even more so where exactly I'm living, and how amazing that is. I was literally standing on the set of Paris while I was actually in Paris. Paris is such a beautiful place, romanticised in ...
... or mugged. Travel here is creepy (at night, as least). The train I was on was fine enough, but the stations were really dirty and smelly and just not great places. Also, I may have gotten on the last train illegally - I feel like I was maybe supposed to pay separately for the last leg of the trip, but my ticket opened the barrier enough for me to get through... I might be an accidental petty criminal. It's cool. I found ...