I love walking around Paris and have many worn soles to prove it. I do however have a great fondness for the metro.
I am shamelessly lured underground by the little red and white signs, to emerge into the light on the other side of the city. Whoever designed the thing was a genius - it's simple, fast, efficient and best of all, colour-coded.
My admiration for French trains extends beyond the metro - there's a lot to appreciate about the suburban trains too. They have that rhythmic cachinga-chacinga sound and they're above ground so you can see how Parisians live and move about.
There is also some greqt plant-watching opportunities - from the little vegie patches to the brambly woods and wild lilac that grows next to the tracks.
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Canberra is nice too. A balmy -2 overnight - you are missing out. Holiday sounds like a blast. Almost as much fun as locking oneself out of ones house; walking to closest family member's house to retrieve only spare key; not finding said key; and paying $120 for a locksmith to break into house. Would you mind sticking some pins into the goat for me? Now pull them out, and stick them in again but a little slower this time. Keep up the posting. Weenie.
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