This is the day I’ve been dreading for a week or so – not just the goodbyes, which are always a bit sad and teary, and not just the 4 hours across the countryside, but the frightful drive into Paris. As usual, it worked like a charm, pretty much, without a false step, but it is a little like trying to drive in a pinball machine, with one wrong turn and you’ll end up in Barcelona without a clue how you got there. Or how to get back.
And once we find the apartment, we have only a few moments to haul out all the bags, get them inside, and then it is time for part 2 of the Terror – The Drive Across Town To Return The Car. And this is always a challenge – I don’t think we’ve returned the car to the same place twice. (I have to say that my favorite was a couple of years ago – it turned out that the car return is across the street from the apartment!) And this time it is to entirely new territory. The maps were fine, and the GPS map was very helpful, but then there was the problem of the one-way streets. So an hour later we finally are about where we think we should be, and voila – there is it slightly behind us. But we can and do manage to find our way back, and after all that adrenaline, we are suddenly without a car, on foot, on our way to the metro ready to begin the final part of the trip.
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