Murder on the Paris Express

OK, maybe "murder" is too strong a word, but I WAS wounded.

In 2009, Lilian and I went on a two week vacation to London, Amsterdam and and a day trip to Paris. We took the Eurostar train from London, through the Chunnel,  to Paris, about a two hour trip. It was a very pleasant ride, up until "the incident."

Lilian's iPod had accidentally slipped through the seat back, unto the floor underneath. Gallantly, I got down on my hands and knees to search for it. When I put my head under the seat, it struck something sharp, and I emerged with my head bleeding.


The porter, a Frenchman, brought me a large bandage, but explained, "Pardon. Nous n'avons que ce bandage bleu."

He seemed quite amused by it all.

Otherwise, our visit was very enjoyable.



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