My dream visit to Paris is now a part of recorded history. Today I’m zipping through France towards Nice.
When I say “zipping,” it’s no joke. The direct train from Gare Lyon to Nice is traveling at 294 km. In six hours, I’ll step off the train in the sunny south.
To catch up on yesterday – my last day in Paris — I can say it was pretty much wasted. Although, it’s irreligious to consider anytime in Paris a waste. I spent the morning doing what should have been done weeks ago — buying a train ticket. After spending hours on the computer and the SNCF app trying to make the ticket purchase — both in the US and Paris — I went to the closest train station to my hotel. If you’ve never been to Gare Montparnasse, try to avoid it. It’s huge. It’s a good thing that walking was one of my goals because I put in a bunch of steps to find my way around the station. When I arrived at the SCNF office, a manager had to be called to find out why I couldn’t book a ticket through my account.
Let me pass this jewel of information onto you. NEVER use a graphic symbol when writing your address or other information on a computer form. Why? Because if you type a “#” sign — like before your apartment number — it causes a malfunction. Who knew??! Believe me, that one little abbreviation cost me hours and hours of agony.
If I didn’t accomplish much noteworthy for a walking tour, I did window shop.
More Soupe à l’oignon
I can hear you gasp because I didn’t spend my last night in Paris at some fabulous restaurant. Instead, I was in the mood for something warm to eat and a glass or two of wine. Why not a” soupe à l’oignon contest,” I said to myself. I’d tried out the soups at two cafes. “Make it three!”
Zipping to Nice with Fannie
Fannie is a trooper. On the stay in Paris, there were days that she was raring to go. Some mornings she wanted to hide.
Happily, Fanny is adjusting to her jet-setter dog life!
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