I seem to like Italy.

I last blogged from London, on June 18. So let me pick it up more-or-less from where I left off.

June 19, aka Tuesday, we got breakfast at the pub across the street from the hotel, and discovered that THEIR breakfast was about half the price of the breakfast at the hotel. The hotel's breakfast was all-you-can eat, though. Still, as the breakfast we got at the pub WAS as much as we can eat, I think it was a better deal. (But, they weren't open for breakfast on weekends, anyway, so the only time it would have made a difference was Monday. Big whoop. We did well enough.) We then went to Waterloo station, uneventfully if I remember correctly, and got on the London-to-Paris train. We got our passports stamped on the way in.

It was a train. We got to see really nice bits of English countryside, then we got to see the inside of a dark tunnel which was going under the English Channel, then we got to see really nice bits of the French countryside. Quite cool. We got into Paris as expected, and we had a couple hours to kill. We had a good plan for what to do, and it almost worked.

The plan was, go from the Nord train station, where the Chunnel train arrived, to the Bercy train station, where the Italy train would leave, put our bags in a locker at Bercy, and then wander the city for a few hours, see some sights, and get an actual Parisian meal somewhere.

'Cept Bercy didn't HAVE luggage lockers.
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