Travel day from Beaune was the same as any other travel day. Lots of travel. Up bright and early (Don’t you just hate that?) and off to the Gare de Beaune. The local commuter train was full to bursting so we waited another 10 minutes for the SNCF one. Another 20 minutes at Dijon saw us onto the express to Paris. My time was spent speed-reading Ken Follett’s Never because the book was being left for Ally. Very interesting, given the current situation in the Ukraine.
Arrived Gare de Lyon and decided to walk to Gare du Nord. Always great walking in Paris and today didn’t disappoint.
A part of Gare du Nord had been converted to a market and here we had a very simple and much anticipated lunch from a brown cardboard box. Chicken and rice.
Here is an eating companion …
Bags dumped at the consignment bin, we set off to the D’Orsay. The line was too long, so walked along the river towards le Tour Eiffel. Into the Quai Branley Museum shop, then straight back to the station. This is where things got MIGHTY INTERESTING.
A large section of the station had been cordoned off because of a left package. This meant a problem for collecting our left baggage, but WORSE WAS TO COME.
The ticketing system had broken down for the Eurostar, so there was much milling, standing and waiting to board. Long story short, the train was an hour late.
Ally was, as ever, pleased to see us (especially me) and had a lovely dinner cooked. Not long till we collapsed into bed.
Avery hectic day.
Toodles!
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