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| Oxford Street |
A bit of a sleep in prior to the pack up and checking
out.
We leave the bags at the hostel and head off, where down
bloody Oxford Street once again to the house of the living dead, Primart.
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| The land of the living dead |
After some time there I am given parole to get a coffee,
and then sentenced to more time, however I do actually buy something for
myself, Sesame Street socks.
By this time, it is around mid-day so we head back to the
hostel for bags and lunch.
Onto the Underground to get to St Pancras for the
Eurotrain and finally at 2.30PM we are off, initially slowly then faster
through the English country-side.
I can rack the speed of the train with an iPhone app,
until we descend into the channel tunnel, and after what seems a long time we
emerge into France.
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| High speed train |
France seem very flat compared to England and we even get
fleeting glimpses of what look like War Cemeteries, from time to time.
Precisely on time we pull into Gare de Nord, and after
some geographical confusion, get ourselves to our hostel on Rue de Dunkerke.
Our room is upstairs however they do have a lift. The
tiniest I have ever seen.
Once settled we foray out for dinner and find a small
place in Montmartre not far away and enjoy our first French meal with a
Bordeaux.
We have a bit of a fright, as their card machine isn’t working,
and I can just pay the bill, and I mean just.
C’est la vie
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