A mother on the Paris Metro (Rousse)

The walk across the Champs Elysées was much more rural and far longer than  I remembered. I thus decided to return to my Paris hotel by Metro.

By complete coincidence, I bumped into my mother on the station platform. She had travelled all the way to France by herself to see me, and was completely confused by the public address system that had just announced the cancellation of the next train.

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