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It's fair to say I wasn't in the best of spirits when I arrived at my hostel. I't was raining a lot, getting dark and it was rush hour. I had also managed to cut my finger open somewhere on the metro, so I was bleeding everywhere.
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James Taylor2006-08-23 15:49:52
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It's fair to say I wasn't in the best of spirits when I arrived at my hostel. I't was raining a lot, getting dark and it was rush hour. I had also managed to cut my finger open somewhere on the metro, so I was bleeding everywhere.
The nervous energy I'd bult up over the last few weeks, along with grave warnings about pickpockets on every corner from my 'rough guide' had made me slightly paranoid about descending into the depths of the Metro, particuarly while attached to une sac the size of a tank. Fortunately the journey to my hostel in the 'quartier latin' only required one change; unfortunately during the course of this journey I managed to get myself wedged into a corner behind a shed load of rush hour commuters with said tank. Seeing as the Metro doors open for about two seconds before they violently slam shut (to the accompaniment of an accordian blast) and the trains speeds off down the line, I was envisioning a difficult situation when it came to actually getting off. As it turned out, No one else was getting off at my stop. I definitley was though. I don't
think I took too many startled Parisian's out while launching myself at the exit doors, although I don't think one poor girl was so lucky. As I ploughed towards the platform she seemed to freeze up 'rabbit in the headlights' style and I almost succeeded in pushing her off the train.
Most of my time here has been spent aimlessly wandering. Though I have recently conquered my aversion to the metro, I would rather not waste my carnet of ten tickets. Anyway, were it not for the rain, exploring paris on foot would be ideal.
On Wednesday morning I found myself in the Notre Dame. Which, as it happens, is only a short walk from my hostel. A choir rehearsal was about to start; so, to rest my legs, I sat and watched for a while. Though it's hardly my favourite musical genre, I can honestly say it was one of the most breathtaking
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