I hauled myself to three wrong bus stops before finally finding bus stop Y which took me to King's Cross.
Not really. It stopped at Euston to my dismay. I hauled myself to KX on foot.
I got to Paris. It was sunny. I stepped outside the Gare du Nord and couldn't stop smiling.
Got lost for a while. Reached Gare de l'Est.
Went summer shopping at H&M because the weather is freakishly great.
Then started my epic underground journey. Turns out, there actually was a direct line linking my place of origin with my desired destination. An hour later, having suffered a shameful fall in the Parisian metro and having changed direction four times, I finally got there.
It was all worth it.
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| Offerings of grumpy woman taxi driver (who thought we were Italian and refused to speak any other language besides Italian.) |
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| View from Cafe de Flore at St. Germain de Pres |
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| Projected arrow on the street... Boulevard St Germain |
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| ...pointing to digital messages inside a building |
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| Sonia Rykiel window (for the love of knits!) |
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| Sonia Rykiel window (eerily reminiscent of Prada?) |
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| Prada Spring/Summer 2011 |
That's all for now.
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