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On The Way To France

It may only be 6:23 (!) to go from Montréal to Paris, but the total trip was closer to 24 hours.

We left Ottawa Saturday afternoon and took the Greyhound to Montréal. The bus was almost empty and we were at the airport around 7 pm. A quick lunch/dinner later, we started queuing for check-in, which took over 1:30. Another line-up for security and we boarded the plane just before midnight. I fell asleep as soon as I sat down and only woke up when we were flying over the U.K.

Once in Roissy, we lined-up again for passport control — since I wanted to enter France as a Canadian, I was in the “foreign passports” section which I found hilarious. As Feng pointed out, passport control in France is a bit of a joke: the immigration officer was just taking passports, glancing at their owner and stamping them. So much for machine-readable passport — there wasn’t even a computer at the immigration desk! The passport were nor swiped nor checked more thoroughly and no question was asked. Suits me, but compared to entering Canada or the U.S.A, it is definitely a joke.

We missed the first train to Nantes because we had to wait for our checked-in luggage and they took forever to come. By the time we exited Terminal 3 and walked to Roissy’s train station, it was well past 2 pm on Sunday.

The train station hadn’t changed: still only a couple of booths open for a huge line-up of tired travelers. Train tickets’ priced raised a lot too but we didn’t really have the choice and couldn’t wait until low peak period (the following Wednesday!) to travel. We boarded the train and feel asleep again.

Three hours later, we finally reached Nantes.

Greyhound Bus Station in Ottawa
Above France
Roissy Charles de Gaulle
Roissy SNCF Station
Does he really suck? (first thing you see in Roissy)
First thing in Paris: Ham and Cheese Sandwich!
Yep, French Still Smoke Anywhere
Roissy
Waiting for the Train
Roissy Train Station
Roissy is Falling Apart...
In the Train
Last Station Before Nantes

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Zhu

French woman in English Canada.

Exploring the world with my camera since 1999, translating sentences for a living, writing stories that may or may not get attention.

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