France has an amazing public transportation system and the trains are super. And more importantly train travel is "forgiving."For me this means "what is the worst that can happen." I think that is an analogy to all my travel. I don't believe I'll ever be lost forever and if you're polite to people as you wander aimlessly, they WILL be polite back.
A couple of years ago I took the train from Paris to the Loire Valley and I absolutely could not get off that train. The train would stop but I couldn't get the magic door to open. No one around to ask so I kept trying and missing. Took me three stops to figure out the incredibly easy system of opening that particular trains doors. By then I was way past my destination. Eventually, and it was only hours-not days, I made it to my destination. Had to take a country taxi cab part of the way. I actually still have the business card for that lovely and "no english spoken here" cab driver.
My point is get lost, panic a bit, and remember that there aren't too many tourists lost in french villages for months at a time. Unless, of course you want to be.
In preparation for my next trip I am reading two books by Ina Caro that focus on her organization of travel and history and blending those two. And no one seems to give advice on how to best visit a cathedral the way Mrs. Caro does. ( Hint- always bring binoculars)
There are both good reads and I highly recommend.
Moi
- Kathy
- Paris is my hobby, my obsession and my dream. And sharing, as they told us in grammar school, makes it even more tasty. And therefore I want to share with my current friends and those I haven't met yet. As I slaved away for decades behind a desk I daydreamed about Paris. I am an American. I think like one, dress like one and value my "Americanism." But I go to Paris understanding that the charm is indeed different than what I see everyday. And I embrace those differences. But each time see Notre Dame, or the flower markets, have a cafe au lait, its is like the first time. And I remain perpetually surprised at my own joy. Come along and we'll ramble. Kathy
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