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July 16 Packing up for the trip next day to London. Monday morning at 6:10 I had to be on the TGV to London. The Gare Pardieu was about half a kilometre from the hotel [ I hd already paced it out, and timed it ] and to get myself & luggage onto the train would mean leaving the hotel, pulling all the luggage, at 5:10. A dusty Sunday afternoon. Chose a piece of sidewalk down the street from the hotel to do my dismantle-and-packup job. There was nobody around. The only activity was at the Troika, a Russian immigré bar at the end of the block. Three old guys kept going in, getting another bottle and going to sit in the playground, shouting louder and louder ( in Russian ) as the afternoon wore on. |