Since I had to pack up my tarp it rained in the morning. I headed in on the bus. When you buy a ticket at the train station you can use it on trains and buses. When you buy a ticket on a bus YOU CANNOT USE IT ON THE TRAIN. This insanity brought to you by FRANCE.
Since It was cloudy I decided not to go to the tower – I wouldn’t have gone up anyway since it was €13. Instead I went to the Musee Orsay. Even at 10am on a Sunday the queue was about 2 hours long. I didn’t go in, instead going to a cafe to read and not have to carry my pack.
I caught an afternoon train to Caen. Buying the ticket:
“Jay voodray oon billay to Cayenne” (I have watched films about WW2, I thought, I know how to say it)
Response : “Pardon?”
I ended up writing it down so she didn’t send me to Calais. She just said “Con!” and gave me a look.
This time I had the RER train. It took about 3 hours. It was also grey in Caen, but not raining. My homestay collected me and said she’d make a traditional French dish. It turned out to be ham and potato bake! But it was very nice – they put cream in it and a cheese rind on top, like you get on a camembert.