Overall the last 48 hours have all run together. As I sit pondering the last two days here at Cafe D' Orleans on the corner of Rue Ducouedic and Avenue Du General Leclerc in Paris, I am wondering how the 17 hours of flight, the restless 2-3 hours of sketchy sleep I got on the plane to Paris, the 1-1/2 hour Parisian one-on-one tour in a vintage European car, the odd underground cemetery tour of six million Parisian bones at the Catacombes, and finally my three laps around the blocks near my hotel Sophie Germain just finding the courage to choose a place to eat because I would have to try out my miniscule French (breath) is going preface this journey.
Back on the plane tomorrow to Biarritz, France and then train to St. Jean Pied de Port.
1 comment:
Brandy
Bless you on your journey!
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