How can a couple of weeks leave such an impact?
Deo gratias.
From Sarnen, to Lucern, to Basel, to Paris. Buses, trains, planes, shuttles, taxis, trolleys, they're all merged together. I just went where I was told. I was so sick of all methods of transportation, that I threw away my plans to visit Paris.
I was tired.
Everyone looked like a pick-pocket.
I was going to take a bus tour around Paris and take lots of pictures. But I just didn't feel like it. Please; not another bus!
Besides we were staying at a hotel in the airport; and the airport was about an hour from Paris. That would have meant getting a taxi or bus to get into the city of Paris, and then find a tour bus. I just didn't have the energy.
Hence Day Twelve was nothing: traveling and vegging out.
