We arrived at the Gare Du Nord train station in Paris. It was the first time I felt crowded. Everywhere I walked someone was stepping in the way. We were to take the metro to our hotel which was two stops away. My sister and her family were waiting for us when we arrived. It was lovely to see them again. Some context: My sister has been living in the US for many years. Her French husband and her have three kids. . Her daughter and her husband have also come across with them for a holiday. Leigh’s daughters husband parents Big G and Little E also came so we had a large group. My wife and I have family in the US and Canada so we find it better to catch up with them by meeting somewhere in the world. This time it was France. Previously we had Europe trips with my brother and his wife and my wife’s sister and her husband. It’s the way to go.
Paris is a very busy place, noticing that people behave differently here. Less smiles, concerning looks, like I must be somewhere and get out of my way. For me with the language barrier, my charm of breaking ice with strangers is challenging. Most Parisian have good hearts but they are stuck in this time warp of being French, meaning disliking the English speaking world. Although, a good smile and a fist pump works a treat. However it must be tactful. Even to a point of showing your vulnerabilities helps. Now, why would I do that? you ask. My wife and I had a vulnerability but more about that later. Anyway, pickpocketors are at large in Paris, so a lot people carry their bags in front. Like draped over their shoulder with zipper up. The pouch is up towards the head. Gone are the days where the European men would have a leather flapped over type handbag to the side. I was in the subway and the security guard comes up to me and says in French pointing to my side pocket where my phone is. Looking down I see my phone hanging out. What would I do with out my phone? Well my blog posts would dry up and the photos would be lost. Perhaps I should be more careful. Jen reminds me all the time. Girls! Be kind. Fair dinkum!
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