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& B owner’s dad, Paul, took us to the train station in Trois Ponts where we boarded towards Liège Belgium. This historical city on the river Meuse is the birthplace of the Emperor Charlemagne. Once we arrived, we recognized having been at this depot before. Since we had not made reservations for the Thalys express train to Paris, there was only room in first class, for an additional fee.
We boarded and sat in roomy, plush, plum and burgundy upholstered seats. The steward passed out cleansing cloths and served us coffee and choice of snack. We both choose macaroons. We felt first-rate.
In Paris we took the metro from the north train station to the Montparnasse one. On the train was a woman with sores all over her face, which she kept picking and then holding onto the handrail. We both washed our hands after leaving the train. Waiting for the train, we walked around the area. We declined going up to the observation deck of the Tour du Montparnasse. There is even a restaurant on the 54th floor of the tower.
We sat and enjoyed a beer in a café as we people-watched. Thinking that we would be served dinner on the train, we opted not to snack. As it turned out, the dinning compartment was not open and there was nothing to eat or drink on the three-hour train ride to Vannes.
We arrived at dusk, around 10 PM. Dennis found our way to the hotel, and then had a sandwich in a doner-kabob. With the rich eating we’ve done in the past month, perhaps we should have skipped this late meal, but we didn’t. Tomorrow we will explore the city and then meet up with friends we met on the Camino, Daniel and Marie-Noëlle.
Looks like some nice beer on that table.
Dave, Not knowing the brands, we tried one each of the one’s on tap. I liked the one in the tall glass because it had a darker flavor; the other tasted more like a “blond” beer, which Dennis liked. Sort of the Jack Sprat and his wife routine.