Currently I'm at the Montparnasse train station in Paris, waiting for the TGV to Bayonne and then to St Jean-Pied-du-Port, where I start my walk tomorrow morning. Travel yesterday was easy - two smooth, sleepy flights between Dulles and Charles De Gaulle, via Reykjavik, then a train from the airport and into Paris. Paris is still how I remember it: beautiful storybook architecture, winding streets full of the smell of bread, coffee, cigarettes, and the Seine. Not always pleasant, but it is quintessentially Parisian.
Stayed the night at the apartment of a family friend. I've known Sylvie since I was a baby, and she's lived in the same apartment my whole life. The view from her window and balcony is the same one I remember from being three years old and in Paris for the first time. I've been back since then, but that first trip remains vivid in my mind.
I'm pretty tired and have only been here for a day, so that's all I've got for now. I regret that I didn't take any pictures in Paris this time, but when I return in June I'll be sure to.
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