I
am at Orly. Way too early. I’ve been here for a while actually. I used the
lady’s room, saw about getting on an earlier flight (I would have had to pay) and
about getting an exit row seat (no-go there either).
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| Dawn in Paris |
I
got a Cappuccino and a Pain au Chocolat from the Illy stand. There is that and
a couple other shops beyond security, but that’s about it.
I
took the RER-B train here. There were very shady young men hanging around the
platform at Gare du Nord. In fact, I was crossing the bridge not 10 meters from
the hostel and a couple picked something up off the ground (sound familiar) and
then started talking to me. I don’t even look at them.
While
on the train, a young, healthy looking male came by passing out cards begging
for money. Usually it’s a woman with a baby.
Oh,
and when buying the ticket for the Orly shuttle, which was an exorbitant €8.40
for a ten minute ride (if that), the machine spit out what I thought was the
ticket, but it was a receipt. I had selected “non” for the receipt. The gate wouldn’t
take it, and the man at the gate didn’t speak enough English to tell me it was
a receipt. I went to the window and the man there explained it to me. So stupid.
Also,
I nearly got on the wrong train at Gare du Nord. It said track 42 for the train
that goes to Orly (RER-B) and track 44 for the RER-D. Well guess what train was
on track 42? Not the RER-D you say? Why yes it was. The screen was thoroughly
confusing. I only realized it after boarding the train that the map said
“RER-D” I hopped off a half second before the doors closed.
Looks
like the 8:10a flight is a little late leaving. I only have an hour and a half
at Heathrow. I few come into Terminal B or C, I will have to go back through
security. I don’t want to miss my flight home. I want to be in my own bed
tonight.
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| Paris from the Air |
