Paris, France
Some days of travel follow a course that you could never predict. I left Bruges late Wednesday morning, bound for Paris. The return trip was a bit easier, since I knew what to expect. Back in New Hampshire, when I broke out my travel gear, I found a still-unused Paris subway ticket. So when the train pulled into Gare du Nord, I avoided the insufferably long cues at the Metro info counter and simply used my ticket from last August. The Paris subway is chocked f...