It was going to be easy. Catch the Metro to Bastille. Take the number 1 ‘Sortie’ (French for Exit, don’t you know!), and find somewhere to have a drink to wait for my friend on Rue De La Roquette. Fate wasn’t on my side for this evening, and for my first experience in a non english speaking city.
The exit was closed. I was forced to find my way through the busy underground Metro station. It was difficult to get my bearings from below ground, and when I emerged on the streets of Paris, I was totally lost. I walked the streets, like a tourist, obviously out of place, reciting “excusez-moi, parlez-vous anglais?” over and over, to ensure I wouldn’t forget. You never truly realise how stupid you are until you are lost in a city who’s language you can’t speak. After 30 minutes or so I found Rue De La Roquette, and Cafe des Anges.
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