Last train home…
I went out tonight with a couple of friends and got the last RER train home. It’s always a time to learn more about French culture and realise how much I like it!!
1pm, Friday night, last train out of Paris…if it were London I would imagine lots of very, very drunk people and feeling quite intimidated. Here, it was like a party! Were were crammed in like sardines and everyone was talking to one another and making jokes. They had obviously been drinking but not ‘drunk’. It was good fun. I was just thinking - in England somebody would have been sick…
And then someone was. But the reaction was SO different. It was a girl. And nobody could believe it!! "A bird? A bird was sick?" (We were crammed in and, fortunatly, we all couldn’t see. Those who couldn’t see couldn’t believe it!) "No, girls don’t do that…" "Darlin’ that’s not very pretty." It was all quite amusing considering what you see at throwing out time in the UK…
Anyway, I had a very nice evening and spent most of it talking about God. Which was fantastic but rather exhausting! One of the lads is going to come to a jazz event at a church with me on saturday night, we’ll see what he thinks…
