Moments:
I met a Homeland Security officer on the plane who had traveled all across the US and told me about all the cities he had visited and from where to where he had driven, and that he was always very scared of going up mountains. He was originally from France and we talked in French for a little bit He said that I would be fine in France and would be able to get by. That made me feel proud. He also asked me if I wanted to work with homeland security and I didn't know what to say.
The bus driver from the airport to Paris was very kind, very smiley.
I found a playground close to the train station where I took a little time to decide what to do with the hour that I had left until my train to Quimper left.
I walked around the Gare Montparnasse and found a cemetery and a little café. The waiter was also very nice and was singing as he brought out my café au crème. He waved me goodbye.
I couldn’t figure out where my train left because the train platforms are only announced 20 minutes before each train leaves. Very confusing. First challenge successfully figured out. There was a fascinating beauty in the turning of the letters on the black timetable, each little white letter changing like a leaf twisting and spinning in the wind.
I watched a family with two kids interact; they were sitting opposite of me on the train. The older brother, maybe two and a half, wiped the younger brother’s mouth, gentile, caressingly. The older brother also thought that the baguette with salami was a croissant at first, and next a sandwich with cheese.