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France (and Monaco).
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June 1993: |
Paris (Eiffel Tower, Arch de Triumph), Euro Disney and Versailles. |
| September 1995: | Paris (as 1993, plus Sacré Coeur and Montmatre). |
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July 1997: |
Calais, Cape Gris-Nez, Escalles and back to ferry. |
| May 2002: | Nice and Monaco. |
Strange Happenings - France: France! No, seriously, "mugged" on RER train to Goussonville for five francs (roughly 60 pence). Also took a river trip on the Seine (no, I'm not in-Seine...) and the last floating swimming pool on the river was pointed out. The following day, it was reported in the news that the swimming pool had sank.
Strange Happenings - Monaco: The bizarre sight of an Italian sleeper train pulling into Monaco station, full of backpackers, who compared to the Monégasque (the locals) looked as though they didn't know what a bath was
I'm not implying Aussie or New Zealander here - I can't say anything, considering the mess I looked in 1998 compared to the other hotel guests after crawling into Katmandu in Nepal, a few hours after crossing the Nepal - Tibet border! What comes with being on the road.
Monaco is immaculately clean and totally clear of graffiti and 'fives times a day' sounds more like the number of times they clean it. But climbing out of a polished, unvandalised, shiny glass mirrored underpass, guess who managed to find a dirty staircase! Monégasque standards slipping here? They'd missed two steps.
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You don't need help with this one...
To those who don't know, it's the Eiffel Tower, not the Blackpool Tower. |
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Main Street USA, Euro Disney
See such famous French figures as Monsieur Mickey Mouse... |
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| Mont Blanc (left), near the Swiss border.
... there's that climber waving from the top again, you know, the one that was standing on top of Mount Everest (see my Nepal and Tibet Page). (Photo taken on the way to Egypt). |
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| Cliff tops at Cape Gris-Nez, south of
Calais.
Proof there's more to Calais than just the infamous Hypermarkets. The big lump of concrete just off the path is a German bunker. Round the corner is a café, where the owners pretended they can't speak English... ...speaking to them in French seemed to make them more than keen to speak English, probably because of the appalling job I was making of French. |
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