And then allowing plenty of time wove our way using a 52 bus and using B's excellent French established that we cold easily switch to a 42 and that wold take us directly to the Gare du Nord, the station from where the Eurostar leaves. This is the tunnel.
Great as I don't like the metro and so it's a bit more Paris and as it turns out we are really early, and I could have caught either of the two earlier trains.
we spend all my euros at a bar called O'Conways - yes it is Irish and share une glacé. Wonderful.
Sonherebis Brittany and the view of North Paris beyond. Toileting is a bit of an issue in Paris and it is nothing to pay 70 cents for the privilege . hese kind people give ou a voucher which was fine but I then cold not find the toilets. True. Brittany had been a mere five minutes but armed with my free oken I was going down escalators, a huge mission. when I got there the machine would not accept my token. Stuff it I thought, and a supervisor shooed me away and said upstairs. So what a mission, I took the oken back and the lovely French waitress lead me by the hand and pointed to the loo down a circular stairway within the actual restaurant. Duh.
Anyway the Eurostar is huge, and fast , evidently reaches 200 mph in the tunnels. No photos to be taken from here. the first stop was Ebsfleet near where Pat lives. It's a purpose built International junction in the middle of nowhere. In no time I was there. pat was waiting and On my way! We went to her house to mushroom sop and a delicious casserole..Lots to catch up with. She has a dog Nova Scotia duck hound called Skye and a tortoise called Junior who is over 30 years Los and who wanders round the garden all summer long, and is brought in for Winter. he lives in a ullage called Sole Treet near Cobham, Kent. lovely summer garden and a new Conservatory attached to the back. Giverny eat your heart out Pat is a talented gardener. he has no Internet so I am in a fix for a while.
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