by loki5
My best memory of Paris is getting on the train not realizing that it was going back to the yard. It finally clicked in when the lights went out and the train had stopped. I pried the doors open and was lucky enough to get the driver. He did not speak english but he brought me to the front and drove me back in the train, picking up passengers on the way. He was a very nice man and helped me out of what could have been a very long nite.
