Wuf.. after two days in Dresden, the Paris train sounds like a busy market.
The amount of diversity in the one coach I am traveling is more than probably collective ethinicities I have ever seen.
Paris, the city with life, a city with noise*.
*Not to mention the dirty trains and the plastic bottles lined train lines 😛
** Not to mention the roaler coster journey from Dresden to here:
My booked flight to Dusseldroff is cancelled.
Alternate fights get booked.
Now there is a technical snag in this new flight.
Gets delayed.
Reach Frankfurt in nick of time. Little time to take fight to Paris.
Now this flight gets delayed.
Reached Paris.
Train to orsay ( to Bradraj) breaks down mid way.
Train change.
The changed train decides to stop in between.
Train change.
Another scheduled train change.
