Arriving in Paris
As I said a earlier, I had very little time to catch my train. Class got out at 3:30, and luckily our taxi driver was crazy, so I made it to my platform with 15 minutes to spare. I've said it before, but how nice is public transport in Europe? The time between when the train came to a stop, folks got off, folks got on, and the train pulled away was literally 10 minutes. Try that on a plane!After a 4 hour ride, I arrived at Gare de Nord in Paris, which was bustling on a Friday night. I purchased a 3 day Metro pass (8 euros), and then stared at the Metro map for quite a while while trying to figure out where to go. I finally got things figured out, went through the turnstiles, and found the correct Metro line. Unfortunatly, once we reached the first station, I realized I was going the wrong way. I stepped off, relooked at the map before it dawned on me that you also have to look at the final station to get the right direction. Duh. Found the correct train, and off I went.
Arrived at Place de Bastille, a georgous tower in a roundabout type of public square. Walked in a bit of a circle before finally finding my hotel, Place de Vosgues (my French friend taught me the pronunciation - deh vooshz). The hotel couldn't be better suited for me - small, hard to find, great general location, tiny and full of character.
Checked in, then made my way back to Place de Bastille where I had dinner at a cafe while watching the city. The few blocks I've seen so far couldn't be prettier, and are teeming with cafe's, little shops, and architecture everwhere.
Off to bed to rest up for the big touring day tomorrow.
posted by Bob @ 2:39 PM
1 Comments:
Isn't it bizarre that you are literally exactly where I was only 5 months ago. Again, makes the world seem so small. If you go west on the main street to the south of you, you may see Rue de Caron. That is exactly where I stayed
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