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Monthly Archives: May 2012
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
As much as I love Paris, I dread passing through Charles de Gaulle Airport. I know I’m not alone in this. I’ve commiserated with many fellow travellers about terrible experiences at this airport, and was almost grounded here one Christmas. Whether it’s the terrible traffic or getting there on the RER B, the ligne priviligée of the grévistes (striking union workers), getting to and from is often a huge pain. Once you do get there, the lines are never-ending. Cones and caution tape block off passageways and doors for seemingly no good reason. “C’est fermé … ben … parce que c’est fermé, madamoiselle.” Your gate has moved across the airport, yet no one has thought to alert any of the 250 passengers on the plane until 5 minutes before everyone needs to be on board. Cue mad dash across the terminal. You quickly realize you’ve entered a sort of free-for-all zone operating entirely by its own rules, and you’re stuck here for the next few hours (or worse …). Continue reading
I am a maker of lists. I’m not talking your every-day to-do list, which I actually make very few of. I’m not really inclined to write down everything I need from the grocery store, preferring to wander the isles with an idea of dinner in mind (which I have to admit doesn’t always ensure I leave the grocery store with everything I need). These are running lists, not all in written form, normally with a larger picture in mind, but they’re lists all the same. And I have many of them. Continue reading