
Dear Lonneke,
I just wanted to let you know that I’m really enjoying Paris. Yesterday we took the Thalys, the high-speed train, to Paris. We had to get up really early since the train departed at six in the morning. Lucky for me my niece works on the Thalys so I didn’t have to pay any travel fees. We went straight to Euro Disney since we only had to change from the train to the underground railway. Or as the French say: the ‘métro’, sounds familiar, doesn’t it? It wasn’t very busy in the park so we were really happy about that. The queues weren’t very long but unfortunately most of the queues were in the open air. It had been raining since we arrived and it was also very cold. Can you can imagine how we felt standing there? Everything was wet and even our socks were soaked! That’s why we decided to find an indoor queue and we found one. The pirates of the Caribbean had an indoor waiting area so we went there twice. They even had a little restaurant but foolishly enough, we were unable to find the entrance. After a whole day of shivering, soaked socks, arguing with kids in French and teeth chattering we thought it would be best to go to our hotel. Our hotel was cosy, comfortable and warm! I took a long warm bath and MacDonald’s had never tasted better, must be the French cheese. At eight we called it a day and went to bed. The strangest thing happened though. In the middle of the night the phone rang and my niece answered. It was a colleague with whom she worked on the Thalys asking if we wanted to get a drink. We were shocked. What idiot would call us in the middle of the night to ask if we wanted to go get a drink? Turned out we had only been sleeping for an hour and it was nine o’clock. We declined and went back to sleep. As I’m writing you right now I‘m sitting in front of the Sacre Coeur in the sun. It is a beautiful day and Paris is absolutely gorgeous! Today we’re also going to see the Eiffel tower, Versailles and the Louvre. I’ll tell you all about it when I send you my next postcard!
Love,
Rosalie
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