Gare du Nord looms. Yes, we spent most of the day here. Blegh...
After running back and forth between Gare de Montparnasse and Gare du Nord trying to figure out the best way to get to Bordeaux (with backpacks on of course), we ended up stuck, waiting for the overnight train. The trip isn't quite long enough to warrant the overnight thing but hey, six hours is six hours...except when it's in a train cabin and the odors of your cabin mates are matched only by their snoring.
Here I am at the café we spent most of the day at. I'm so happy (look at how happy I look!). Even the weather was great (why won't it stop raining?!). On the bright side, I got to watch the incredible Wimbledon final between Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal. All four hours of it.
We walked around Gare du Nord for a while looking for something interesting and found a mix of churches and regular French streets. The area immediately surrounding the station was replete with generic cafés and their corresponding hawkers trying to woo the disembarked passengers with promises of delicious beverages and sports on TV (Formula 1 just isn't THAT exciting to me but people here love it apparently).
An Indian dinner was a nice change of pace followed by a quick stop in a pathetic little cyber-cafe/shack to check email before heading off to sit in the station with the other backpackers.
Getting ready for bed.
The aforementioned cabin mates, despite their high decibel/odiferous outputs, were quite nice people. They were from San Diego, of all places, and to their credit, hadn't slept in many hours (they had spent the previous night in a park in Paris). At least I haven't had to sleep in a park yet.
Having arrived in Bordeaux at 6am, I sleep walked my way to the taxi and turned zombie until we got to the hotel at which point I jumped into bed and slept. Game over.
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