We had a restful morning on Thursday, packed up our stuff, and headed to the train station for what should have been a 1:20pm train to Paris. When we got there our train wasn't on the departures board. We waited a bit and then got in line to ask about it. No train to Paris. It was cancelled, which seems silly because it must snow all the time. We were put on a local train to Chambery Challes, had a 3 hour layover, and then a fast train (which was 3 more hours) to Paris. The train problem was apparently in between Grenoble and Lyon. So instead of arriving at 4:30pm we arrived at 9:30pm. Knowing we had a long day ahead of us, Jenna went to find some wine near the Grenoble station. She came back with four 37.5cl bottles. We drank two of them. The train stations were super cold, and luckily Jenna noticed the hotel across the street when we got to Chambery Challes, so we hung out in their lobby/bar to wait for our connection.
Once we finally got to Paris we went to Sophie's. She's kindly letting us crash with her in the apartment she is renting for the rest of our stay. Sophie had snacks for us when we arrived and French beer! We had the IPA from Brasserie de la Goutte d'Or (the golden drop) which was great. Sophie (the Parisian) liked it too. Am glad that I've started sort of a trend to try (and enjoy) the local beer here, and stop laughing at it.
Something humorous I forgot to mention in the last post - Warren shared lots of funny stories about living in France, both social and workplace cultural differences. He talked about the complete lack of personal space. I got to experience it firsthand in the art museum in Grenoble. We were in a large room and there was no one around, but the security guard felt the need to get right up in my face. Jenna watched the whole thing. I held my ground but apparently moved my head back slightly. It was intense. He wanted me to put the umbrella in my bag. Oui, sir.
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