Missing the train, in Paris
For reason unbeknown to me (a.k.a. lazy, senile, ..), my train from Paris to Frankfurt departs at 5:10 from Gare de L’Est but I remembered it at 5:30pm and didn’t confirm it in the morning. I had no agenda that day except lingered at the Louvre n saw a rat. I found a seat at food court near an outlet and began to charge my iPhone. And to WeChat. My bad habit cutting too close to any event had finally caught up with me. When I took the Metro and arrived at Gare de L’Est I didn’t see any ‘Frankfurt’ on the board. With a sinking heart I ran around and was finally told by a train man that my train had gone.
Long Gone.
Defeated and deflated I went to buy the ticket for the next train which is two hours later and first class only at
