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Back to Uzes and Breaking All The Rules

There are times when the Barefoot Blogger thinks she’s a seasoned international traveler. However, I broke all the rules on this trip back to France. Here are some tips for travel to France I’ll take seriously from now on!

Tips for Travel to France

Rule #1 – Wear dark clothes to travel

Tips for travel to France

No khaki traveling pants

Murphy’s Law says that if you’re traveling and you eat or drink along the way, you will end up with it on you. Always wear dark clothing. That’s why I wore khaki pants. On top of that, they were brand new. What was I thinking?!

There were no disasters, but I’ll work on some grease stains from the Einstein bagel sandwich. It could have been worse.

Rule #2 – Take emergency cash

Again, what was I thinking? Perhaps I’ve been spoiled by having too many accessible ATM machines where I travel. A good rule of thumb is to carry about $200 in cash. I left the States with $20 in my pocket. Figuring that I wouldn’t need money until I reached the airport in Paris,  I knew there was an ATM machine to get euros with my credit card. Little did I know that my choice of low-cost airlines — WOW — charges for everything you put in your mouth. Not even a complimentary bottle of water or cup of coffee. The $20 was used up fast before I landed in Paris. Which leads to Rule #3.

Rule #3 – Tell your credit card companies you’re traveling

4441573-Free-of-charge-anti-euro-sign--Stock-Photo-euro-noOops! When I ordered a sandwich wrap and Coke at the train terminal at Charles de Gaulle, my credit card was refused after I’d missed the train. I pulled out my brand-new AA Advantage card. It worked. It worked again when I bought a new train ticket to Avignon. It didn’t work when I wanted euros out of the ATM. So what did I do? I messaged my adorable daughter-in-law! She was home. I gave her all my credit card information, and she called the bank, impersonating me. Voila!

I don’t even want to think about my next step.

Rule #4 – Make sure you have all the keys at your destination

Breaking this rule had me standing in the street outside my apartment in Uzès until the wee hours of the night of my arrival.

Let me take you back a little to the day(s) of the trip to explain my state of delirium.

WOW AirlinesTips for travel to France

WOW Airlines

As you recall from the last post, I chose to try the “budget” route back to France. I saved $500-600 dollars on the one-way fare. My trip consisted of four legs — Atlanta to Charlotte, Boston,  Iceland, and Paris. Unfortunately, the plane sat on the runway in Boston for three hours as a terrible thunderstorm swept over the airport. Fortunately, WOW airline waited for us to arrive in Iceland. Never mind, we were still three hours late to Paris. I MISSED THE TRAIN since I’d given myself barely three hours between the original air arrival time and departure time on the train to Avignon.

This story gets longer and more confusing, so I’ll save getting a ticket exchange, maneuvering through the airport to the train, and other information for the next post. 

When I arrived in Avignon, Geoffrey was there waiting, as planned. (I was able to text him about the delay.) Happily, we chatted from the Avignon TGV station to Uzes. Since he was as exhausted as me, I insisted that I could carry my own bags to the apartment.

He asked: “You have your keys, right?

I knew I had the key ring I retrieved from the dresser drawer in Atlanta. The keys had been safely tucked away since my arrival there in December.

Yes, of course,” I said, dangling the keys before him. “Right here,” I added.

I no longer have the set of keys you gave me,” he stated.

He had given the keys to my friend, who was minding the apartment while I was gone. She lives in Nimes.

With that, I bounded out of the door, grabbed the bags as Geoffrey handed them out of the car, and headed for the giant wooden doors to the apartment building.

Apartment entrance at the Place de Duche

Apartment entrance at the Place de Duche

I even remember the code for the entrance door this time,” I chimed smugly.

Good thing,” Geoffrey replied, remembering the code had been a problem on my last return from the States.

By the time I carried the bags through the big door that led to the atrium of my building, I was feeling the pain from my long journey.

Only 55 steps, and I’ll be home,” I said as I staggered up the first 20 steps.

The red door that leads into the tower was a welcomed sight. I fumbled with the keys and the lock to the tower door. It opened.

“Almost there,” I panted.

Now up 20 steps to the door to my apartment. Key in the door. Open.

Then up the remaining 10 steps to my living room and bedroom area, with more locked doors.

This open door was locked. closed. Here's the spot where i landed in despair!
This open door was locked. Closed. Here’s the spot where I landed in despair!

These doors were locked. AACCHH! There were no more keys.

Where was that third key?!

At that point, I didn’t know whether I screamed or fainted. All I know is after taking every bag and parcel I was carrying apart more than once, I flopped on one of the stone steps, close to tears.

If I had thought there would be a resolution to the problem in the morning, I might have slept on the spiral steps.

Knowing that wouldn’t be the case, I pulled myself together and tried, in vain, to call Geoffrey. No answer. I called his number again and again. No answer.

OK,” I said to myself. “He must be at a bar downtown, “I surmised. “I’ll go to one of the restaurants near his house and wait for him to go home.”

I could close and lock the door on one apartment level, so I left my bags behind. Off I went.

When I reached downtown, the first restaurant I came to was closed. The second restaurant I walked to was closing. The restaurant owner told me the only places open at this hour would be at Place des Herbes — the touristy fountain area of town.

Sure enough, Terroirs was still serving customers.

I wasn’t the least bit hungry, even though I’d eaten only one meal since I left Atlanta twenty-six hours earlier. But I did need to sit down. I composed myself as best I could, then engaged the waiter. She could speak some English, so I told her my plight. Bless her heart; she was as upset as I should have been. I was numb. She brought a menu and a bottle of cold water.

Then an idea came to my head. “Why don’t I just look for a hotel or place to stay? Even if it was almost midnight.” Then I remembered I had the telephone number of a friend of a friend who, I thought, owned a B&B.

I called.

It turns out he doesn’t own a B&B, but he was awake and had the keys to our friend’s three-story mansion — across from the Duche! In twenty minutes, he had called our friend, met me at our friend’s home, opened the door, and showed me to the guest bedroom.  

View from the guest bedroom

View of the Duche from the guest bedroom

I landed in heaven!

The next day, I was awakened by a phone call at 2pm from a friend in Nimes who had the set of keys. All the keys. I picked myself up, packed up, and rescued the keys from her office in Uzes.

Lessons learned?

All of the above are tips for travel to France that will stick indelibly in my brain. I hope. However, on another note, would life be so grand if these things didn’t happen to me?


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  1. cuz…I hope i do not have any of the problems you encountetred. Very excited about the trip. You were supposed to email your international phome..just in case. Love ya..J

    • I’ll send you the phone number right now! Can’t wait for your visit. Be sure to read all the comments to this blog. Hopefully you’ll come in closer to the train in Terminal 2. This might be helpful anyway; at least with the French words!

  2. Travelling takes flexibility, that’s for sure, and it takes fighting through mind-numbing fatigue sometimes (without getting cranky).
    We’re back in Uzes in mid-September. It will be our seventh time there. We can’t wait to see you and just hang out in the town. We have a new place this year, right near the Caisse d’Espargne across from La Provençal. Very cute and there’s a yoga studio in front too! Bringing my mat!
    I’m glad you’re back in town. We can live vicariously through your adventures until we have some of our own! What a gorgeous picture of the Duchy!
    Did Deny at Le Petit Jardin open his dance floor in front? I hope so!

  3. Deborah–WOW what a mess!! Hope you are now recovered and doing well. A very good check list I am sure all travelers should note your experience so they can avoid the mess–THANKS FOR THE INFORMATION!!! Now enjoy Uzes and have a glass of champagne on us!!

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