The great day has arrived and so have I - here in Paris. It is both exciting and rather ordinary. I must simply be becoming used to terminals and railway stations but it seemed much like being at Waterloo or at Victoria; somewhat known but sufficiently different to make it necessary to keep all my wits about me. I was very glad of the practice I had had speaking to the lovely little lady who owned the little french super marché in Craven rd in Bayswater.
As I have told some of you in my emails I took the plunge and went downstairs in the gare du Nord and lined up at the ticket office. When it finally got to my turn I put down my passport sized photo and said " Bonjour, je voudrais une carte orange s'il vous plait;- hebdomodaire". and she got out the folder and the coupon , stuck the photo on and handed me a pen to sign my name on it and asked me for my 16euros. Wow did I breathe a sigh of relief - first hurdle negotiated successfully. I then went outside to the taxi rank since I had decided to take a taxi to the flat this first time. It was pandemonium there but eventually it was my turn and I asked the man to take me to rue du Moulin Vert. "Quatorze arrondissement?" he said and I repled "Mais oui, merci." and he nodded and drove off down the hill. It was good to go that way because I got a feel for the layout of the city. There were plenty of opportunities to look around as we kept getting stuck in traffic jams.
Later Sue and John arrived also at the flat from Orly airport so now we are three in our little flat. I thought it was a bit primitive at first but it kind of grows on you and we are really very comfortable. I won't be able to add any pictures to this while I am in France as this computer in the flat is an old one and apparently does not have a USB port; so I will have to wait until I get to Sutton for that
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