from Paris
Just ze quick one to say bonjour, mesmdames et messieurs from La Belle France!!! It is jaw-droppingly beautiful here as I expected and we are right near the Place de la Concorde, where they used to guillotine people--yeah!!!!
One thing I can tell you is don't try and go into the Metro system without a ticket. In some places there are only machines to sell you tickets and they can be quirky and picky, unlike the French people who have been unfailingly nice and helpful. I was standing in a crowded Metro car very close to being guillotined by the closing door when a young woman appeared in front of me and handed me my glove which I had dropped back outside of the car. She smiled and disappeared and after risking her arm and wrist too.
So meanwhile, back at the ticket selling machines. "Patientez," they tell you as you try and figure out the instructions. Uh, okay, I'm being patient. But WHERE THE F do I put the money? And why, sob, oh why don't you like my credit card? Last night we could not buy a ticket no matter what we did. We had the money for it, but couldn't make it happen. Well, what do you think we did? Jumping the Turnstile by Becky Motew, only we didn't have to jump that one, just walk through closely behind someone else. I cannot remember any other criminal act in my past.
Confession? It felt rather liberating.
Later, bebe.
A bientot,
love,becky
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