Hold onto your Train reservation and ticket and other Paris, France Warning Or Danger Tips

I was going to board the high speed train to Valence, and my reservation dropped down under a wagon (in English, the train car) and when the conductor came through, I had to pay a fine. I wasn't the only one having problems. An African gentleman dressed in awesome African dress was told that he should have checked baggage, and had too much luggage, and got a big fine.

It was July, and the trek from the airport to the nearby gare was rough, and there were no signs pointing out where the gare was. And the escalator wasn't working, and I just couldn't make it up, and everyone was passing by me. A man picked up my luggage, walked it up the escalator and handed it to me at the top. I am thankful he was trustworthy.

When I arrived in Valence the French family I was visiting picked me up. While we were traveling Thurs - Midnight Sunday I turned my ankle the first day at Pont du Gard. I hobbled on it until Tuesday when it was xrayed. Only good thing about that was that the husband had to travel with me to Paris to carry my luggage. When we had to change trains to go to the airport a woman was kind enough to tell us that the part of the train we needed to get on was quite a ways from where we were standing, and I appreciated that so much. The husband gave me a book about my ancestor Emanuel Sieyes who was involved in the French Revolution. He had bought it just prior to my visit, without knowing he was my ancestor. He felt that would do a bit to make my spoiled vacation more memorable.

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