And we're running late, holding up Ray, Peggy, Ling, Alice, and perhaps Lora. We're all going to Versailles together this morning. While wolfing down my juice and croissant and baguette, Rick shows up, clearly just out of the shower and looking quite pooped. Lora decides to go with a later group, as she needs to purchase stamps and eat breakfast. Brig gets all misty eyed, and insists that I record the incident here.
Women can be sooooo sentimental.
At the Austerlitz RER station, we once again bump into that bane of La Belle France, the striking worker. The rail workers are on strike, you see. There is only one train per hour to Versailles Rive Gauche, the preferred stop for visiting the palace. Make that maybe one train per hour. We buy our tickets anyway, the ticket vendor regarding us with a sour look.