This morning, we met up with our cousin Andrew. I had not seen him in 12 years, but he is now living in London and offered to take us around. When he showed up, I recognized him immediately. We had a very nice walk, the three of us, and stopped for a small bite.
After our walk, it was time to leave for the train to Paris. Andrew was nice enough to escort us to the station, which was awesome based on the amount of luggage we had. Goodbyes said, we went through Customs and headed up the moving ramp to the train.
We were seated in a four seater, facing two gentelmen. The four seater next to ours was occupied by a group of British women in their late 40's to early 50's. Before the train even left the station, they had polished off two bottles of Champagne. The two hour trip ws filled with hilarity as they began to tell us a bit about themselves.
In the late 70's these women had been showgirls at one of the Follies in Paris. They were traveling to attend a reunion to celebrate the 100th anniversary of their show. In the midst of the merriment, one of the men across from us moved his seat (not sure, but it may have been the ladies...). So, a fifth lady traveling with the show girls sat next to us. She showed us a picture of them in 1977. Very cool.
The man who stayed seated with us told us he was going to Veterinary school and moving to Philadelphia next week. He is French, had been living in London and was heading to France for a family wedding with his partner who is an architect in Montreal. Very nice guy, who was thoroughly enjoying the show girls. He especially enjoyed when one of the show girls announced how happy she was that her daughter was gay because she would never have to deal any loser men in her life.
After our walk, it was time to leave for the train to Paris. Andrew was nice enough to escort us to the station, which was awesome based on the amount of luggage we had. Goodbyes said, we went through Customs and headed up the moving ramp to the train.
We were seated in a four seater, facing two gentelmen. The four seater next to ours was occupied by a group of British women in their late 40's to early 50's. Before the train even left the station, they had polished off two bottles of Champagne. The two hour trip ws filled with hilarity as they began to tell us a bit about themselves.
In the late 70's these women had been showgirls at one of the Follies in Paris. They were traveling to attend a reunion to celebrate the 100th anniversary of their show. In the midst of the merriment, one of the men across from us moved his seat (not sure, but it may have been the ladies...). So, a fifth lady traveling with the show girls sat next to us. She showed us a picture of them in 1977. Very cool.
The man who stayed seated with us told us he was going to Veterinary school and moving to Philadelphia next week. He is French, had been living in London and was heading to France for a family wedding with his partner who is an architect in Montreal. Very nice guy, who was thoroughly enjoying the show girls. He especially enjoyed when one of the show girls announced how happy she was that her daughter was gay because she would never have to deal any loser men in her life.
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