Paris-December 31, 1992
I am more of a solitary traveler. Actually, I prefer to travel alone. When I'm alone, I am plugged in to the place. I meet new people. I savor those experiences. Through those on my own experiences in Paris, I met my x-pat love in 1992 and Wendy in 1995. Neither would have happened, if I hadn't been traveling alone. Both carried me to the connections I made that brought me to the Lot and the Chatette.
These days, I'm only passing through Paris on my way home. I've promised myself a day in Paris this trip just for me. I'm planning a midnight train ride up, arriving at 7am. I'll have a whole day unencumbered, to wander, visit old haunts, stir old memories, and pull the Paris I love to me once more. I'll catch the midnight train home to Cahors that will put me there in time to catch the 6ish am bus home to Cadrieu. Now, that's a day.
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