Anybody who's accomplished/suffered that journey knows just how far it is. Totally the other side of the world, as I tell my students.
Still, after 30 hours in transit, a four-hour train ride from Paris to Bordeaux and a most-refreshing shower I was ready for my first dinner in France with new hostel friends. Of course, we had Japanese. Of course.
My bow tie styling mustn't be too common here as I was street style snapped while waiting at the train station! Since then I've also been gifted a wonderful black satin bow tie by my excellent housemate, Brigitte.
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