The Paris ‘Burbs

The overnight train from Florence to Paris is old and I shared a four-person cabin with two others, an unrelated man and woman. I had a lower berth so narrow that I couldn’t lie on my back without risking falling out of bed. I slept well under the big moon. It’s surprising how easily I have adapted to sleeping in close quarters with total strangers. In the morningP1000790 there was good espresso in the club car and I retired there to read while my cabin mates snored away the sunrise. On the way I had to squeeze by a pixyish man, barefoot and in black underwear, making a dash for the bathroom. Neither of us were happy to see the other.

The train dropped us at the Bercy Train Station in Paris. My hotel, a one-night freebie earned with with Marriott points, is in Arcueil, a Paris suburb. It has become a point of pride not to surrender to taxis, and to instead find my way on public transportation where possible. A young man at the Information counter with a shaved head and mascara was very helpful and efficiently got me on the  proper Paris Metro line, pointing out the correct transfer point. I found the hotel without incident, and it’s great, with a big TV in my room where I can watch P100079480’s music videos on a German cable station.  Terence Trent D’Arby’s “Sign Your Name” never sounded so good, but what were those dudes in Dead or Alive thinking? I had time to shop for shoes at the mall across the street – my sneakers are shot – but couldn’t find anything suitable. I paid .27 € for a banana (.38 cents) and am enjoying the cheap bottle of Pinot Grigio I carried from Florence. The ambulances make that scary siren noise I first heard back in grade school when my teacher showed the class François Truffaut’s dystopian Fahrenheit 451.

Tomorrow I’m moving to a hotel “located in the pretigious [sic] quarter of the Ópera and the Place de la Vendôme, very near the Louvre museum and the Champs Elysées.”

About Saint Expedite

Retired early, then took a trip across the Pacific from Seattle by container ship. From China I stopped in Vietnam, Thailand, Malaysia, Turkey, Greece, Italy, France, Holland, Denmark, England and Ireland before heading home to Puget Sound. This blog is an account of my travels. Write to me at
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