byegad
Legendary Member
- Location
- NE England
Some years ago my wife and I were in Paris and after a good meal, a few drinks and a stroll. It started to rain, so we decided we'd use the Metro to get back to our hotel. Our decidedly iffy 'plan' of Paris showed a Metro station near the corner of the Place de la Concorde, Rue de Rivoli and Rue Saint-Florentin.
So we duly arrived at the junction and started looking for the 'Metro' sign to the station. After ten minutes or so of crossing roads, never a 'Good Thing' in Paris, and made necessary by the huge number of coaches picking up and dropping off tourists, we approached a very bored and damp Gendarme on duty outside an Embassy building. In French, which I speak passably well, for holidays, at least....
He paused before answering as two coaches pulled noisily away leaving huge clouds of diesel smoke and fumes... the cloud of smoke cleared and he pointed to the gap they'd left and said, with huge amounts of spite and scorn; 'La!'
We turned around and... (Damn and blast!)
Lo!...Or maybe La!
There was a Metro sign!....and the stairs down to the line.
Two minutes later and we'd have seen the damn sign, and be spared the very real scorn of one of Paris' finest. At least we made his shift. Being able to be rude to English tourists must have made his night.
Anyone else with a tail to tell?
So we duly arrived at the junction and started looking for the 'Metro' sign to the station. After ten minutes or so of crossing roads, never a 'Good Thing' in Paris, and made necessary by the huge number of coaches picking up and dropping off tourists, we approached a very bored and damp Gendarme on duty outside an Embassy building. In French, which I speak passably well, for holidays, at least....
He paused before answering as two coaches pulled noisily away leaving huge clouds of diesel smoke and fumes... the cloud of smoke cleared and he pointed to the gap they'd left and said, with huge amounts of spite and scorn; 'La!'
We turned around and... (Damn and blast!)
Lo!...Or maybe La!
There was a Metro sign!....and the stairs down to the line.
Two minutes later and we'd have seen the damn sign, and be spared the very real scorn of one of Paris' finest. At least we made his shift. Being able to be rude to English tourists must have made his night.
Anyone else with a tail to tell?