I hear the drums echoing tonight, but she hears only whispers of some French conversation ...
Um, Toto? I don't think we're in Africa anymore.
I landed in Paris 6.30am on Monday morning, spent 3 hours making my way to Gare de Lyon by bus, and then realised I had no idea how to find the hostel from there. By chance, my sister and her friends had gone to that very station looking for Internet access and as I dragged my luggage up the steps she bouced up to me, looking glamorous in a little black dress. What chance! Once I'd offloaded my bags we began exploring Paris together.
This new adventure is so completely different to Africa that I'm still not quite sure what to make of it.
At least the coffee's good!
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