Little travelogue, maybe, of my friend Matthew’s and mine trip to France! Travel “day” was really quite rough – in quotes because Friday and Saturday were basically contiguous. Up until the point of getting the airport it was all lovely, and then it was 7.5h in a huge tin can where I couldn’t really move forward or back, and still managed to fidget my way into not being able to sleep for basically the entire time – maybe 2h, generously, across a dozen concerted attempts. We landed at noon local time, navigated customs which was all pretty automatic, and then needed to gtfo. I had planned out the route from CDG to the train station to get our TGV to our destination, and that bus just wasn’t running. Not knowing much but trusting, they said we needed to get on this other bus for €14.
That bus dropped us in the middle of like, suburban commercial newness/nothingness, and we then schlepped all our bags (no rollers, thank god) probably 1.5mi to what I thought was “m13 bus,” but of course the M means Metro!!! And that’s great, we love the Paris light rail!!! And while we were able to take it all the way to the huge central train station, getting through the turnstile was massively difficult, my ticket continued to be rejected, no one was around, until finally there was, and he checked that I’d bought fares (like 3 lmao) on the non working ticket and waved me through.
As we descended through the station, the perfect train rose up to meet us and though it was like 15 stops, it was easy and direct and quite pleasant. After some mid food and coffee and a sit, we got onto the TGV where I did whatever I could to stay awake, which oddly meant no video games, and a really lovely hour and a half later landed us to the little town we’re staying in. It was such a relief, stepping off the train and having theeee breeziest, nicest-weather walk to the place we’re staying, on the 4th floor of an unobtrusive place on the main drag, loft vibes, so nice.