“Hampton Court is more beautiful and interesting.”
“Exactly. Even though the English might have tried to copy Versailles, just like everyone else.” 😯
“Oh, I love the Gardens! Do you think we could come back some time later, possibly when the weather is nicer?”
“Yes, why not. 🙂 We could stay in a hotel in Versailles, it seems to be a nice place.”
“What I also like about Versailles, is not having to smoke passively all the time. And the piss stench is nowhere to be chanced upon.”
“How’s your omelette?”
“It’s OK. Nothing special, just OK. And your salad?”
“It’s actually the same one as yesterday in that dirty restaurant near Gare du Nord. So yes, I like it. But…”
“But they offer much better food at tourist locations in London.”
“Exactly. Don’t think I’ll ever forget the veggies in the Tower.”
“Oh, and my chicken in the British Museum. And that pie at our pub near the Thames … 😯 .”
Luckily, my DocMartens helped me survive the long walks quite nicely, though my neck and my arms hurt a bit because I carried so many things with me – something I am not used to, carrying a huge bag full of life-preserving stuff. I felt well enough to suggest we search for a bookstore at the station St. Michel, which is on a Seine island. I wanted to search for comprehensible French translations of books I already knew. It was really a good way to spend some money in a way that mattered: I got The Casual Vacancy and American Gods. Also a fridge magnet and a pencil case with the Metro plan. Nice. Good enough to keep me from breaking down for the lack of sleep and all the subsequent overdoses of coffee.
“Shh – wait a minute! I think they are saying our train isn’t going to leave this station because an abandoned piece of luggage has been found at Château Rouge. “
“Château Rouge? This is where we wanted to get off, isn’t it?”
“Yes. It’s because of the new law that demands action with suspicious luggage and which wants us to leave the larger pieces somewhere else because no one wants to store them anymore.”
So we hurried towards the exit where a slightly nervous employee wanted us to leave the Metro station, like, yesterday. There was water pouring down from the ceiling and we never found out why we had to leave so fast.
So we walked. From St. Michel to Château Rouge and then some more. Clearly, the situation called for some nice Belgian beer from the nearby supermarket. After which I could finally sleep.