Dans le Gare De Lyon, Attendez pour le TGV a Montbard

I’m sitting in the Gare de Lyon in Paris, waiting for an 11:45 am TGV train. I arrived after a pleasant flight, watching a silly movie about a plague in Paris that was spread by fleas shaken off of dead rats by a misunderstood lad who watched his father plunge to his death in Africa. I always love that feeling of traveling solo; arriving at the gate, waiting in line, having time to think and then doing things like taking cabs and getting to the train station all by myself.

My hosts didn’t realize that the 8:44 am train they suggested I take to Montbard doesn’t run on Tuesdays, only during the weekends. So I am here waiting in this chilly station. Every so often an amusing little song plays, it is the TGV themesong, announcing a departure. I’ve paid for 10 hours of wireless, giving up the idea of getting on line for free in Europe, and I am happy to say it’s working. But the blogger instructions are in French, and I am surprised that I can read them.

Also surprising, the cafe au lait at this L’express Bleu was watery and weak-assed, so I ordered an espresso to wake me up. Now I’ve gotta find a SIM card so that my phone will work here in France, so I can call my hosts and tell them I’m on the later train.

It’s greener here than in New England, still chilly but the trees are far advanced and there was green on the sides of the crowded highway as we battled traffic trying to get here for that elusive 8:44 departure.