My inability of driving means train is the only possible way for me to travel. Wherever I go, the train station is always the first place I see. ( surely if between countries, the airport is another place I'd often come across first rather than train station..) However, at my first visit to Paris, it was gare du nord I arrived at, without anybody picking me up, plus the need to find the way to go to another train station to catch another train to another city in west france. It was certainly an huge adventure for me, especially when I don't really speak the language, french. I made it though, oh yes, I was quite lucky I guess. When I arrived at my final destination, the name of the station wasn't exactly the same with what I was told. Was it funny? certainly not. Although it was the right place, surely I wasn't really happy about the inconsideration for not telling me the exact correct name, but then, so waht? Who cares?
The station was just an ordinary station, there wasn't anything exciting apart form the person I long to see. The stations, and every placese we'd been together, are all still so clear in my mind. The station, part of my loving memory..
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