... Then we arrived at the train station, and it was the first sense of overwhelmingness that I've felt since our journey began.
I had to get our tickets.
"Bon jour, misseur," I said to the man in the window.
"Bon jour," he said.
"Deux, uh, tickets to Paree," I said, quickly losing confidence.
"...," he said.
"Parlais vous Anglais?" I said.
"NON," he replied.
Shit. I showed him our Europasses, and he said they'd be OK as tickets. I asked him again if he spoke English and felt like a complete nimrod.
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