Friday, March 29, 2002: Paris to Brittany

Transcribed more or less directly from an old-fashioned pen-and-ink version written that day.

We got up early, though not as early as we would have needed in order to catch the 7 a.m. train, thank god. The 10:05 was bad enough: even with an hour to kill at Gare Montparnasse the process was rushed and stressful. We tried to use the automatic ticket vending machine -- the train we wanted was fully booked for second class. We tried the same physical train leaving at the same time but with, for some reason, a different route number; it worked. But then we couldn't get the machine to accept any of our credit cards and so we tried a different machine. In the intervening minutes the seats had all been booked. Defeated, we went and purchased first-class tickets (for about 70 euros more) from an actual human ticket agent. We bought some watery coffee (the shortest line for breakfast was at the "American" bakery) and some croissants and then got on the train.
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Damn.

Incidentally, it's animal costume night at Man Ray.