And Thursday is Paris.
So, after our late-night amusements at the football match (or, in the American, soccer game) we arose bright and early the next morning to make our trip to the City of Lights. Day trip to Paris!
We were a bit short on sleep, so the trip was a little surreal right from the get-go. In our previous train trips we had discovered that the so-called canard is a fact--Americans really are super-loud and obnoxious. The Scots and English people on our train to Glasgow outnumbered us five to one or thereabouts, but we made much more noise just by conversing at our normal American level than everyone else did put together.
The train ride to Paris proved, however, that there is a nation whose citizens are louder and more obnoxious than the Americans. That nation is Australia.
The train journey to Paris was enlivened (maybe not improved, but definitely enlivened) by the advent of an aggressively cheerful and gregarious Australian miner who sat down across from the HLP and me and proceeded to regale us with stories about his wonderfulness. And mining accidents, and things like that. It was very early and the details were never very clear.
It was something of a relief to get off the train, all things considered. After a brief rendezvous with a station agent there in Paris we had our Metro tickets and our maps in hand and were ready to begin.
We were a bit short on sleep, so the trip was a little surreal right from the get-go. In our previous train trips we had discovered that the so-called canard is a fact--Americans really are super-loud and obnoxious. The Scots and English people on our train to Glasgow outnumbered us five to one or thereabouts, but we made much more noise just by conversing at our normal American level than everyone else did put together.
The train ride to Paris proved, however, that there is a nation whose citizens are louder and more obnoxious than the Americans. That nation is Australia.
The train journey to Paris was enlivened (maybe not improved, but definitely enlivened) by the advent of an aggressively cheerful and gregarious Australian miner who sat down across from the HLP and me and proceeded to regale us with stories about his wonderfulness. And mining accidents, and things like that. It was very early and the details were never very clear.
It was something of a relief to get off the train, all things considered. After a brief rendezvous with a station agent there in Paris we had our Metro tickets and our maps in hand and were ready to begin.
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Wednesday November 5, 2008 at 8:24pm