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When I opened the cabin door (on the train) where my seat was reserved, a gust of indescribable odour overwhelmed me… goodness, a grungy guy enjoyed eating kind of smelly fermented fish. That smelled awful and suffocating. Instantly I slammed the door shut and grasped a deep breath behind me. Wondering how people could eat this stuff. I found another cabin and shared the tiny room with 2 young ladies.
At the busy Paris railway station, the first thing I did was to familiarize with the Metro (subway), surprising it was free that day (due to the strike, I learned later). The lady behind the counter kept on waving irritatingly to the repetitive same questions from other passengers.
Remarks: Obviously it is hard to find parking area in this expensive Paris. Have noticed many cars were parked bumper-to-bumper. While I was pondering if all drivers having excellent parking skill, I noticed a man pushed some cars forwards and backwards, later on jumped into his car and drove off! I see, Parisian don’t lift the handbrakes???