13/11/23 06:16

Eurostar Departure Lounge, St Pancras.  Aside from Mile End station being closed owing to floods, the rain wasn’t too bad.  Pretty much, my hair and thighs got drenched but the rest of me appears dry.  So, my early start began with me waiting for the alarm to go off from 2am.  The alarm was set up for four-thirty.

Security was not a problem, I flowed through and now have half an hour until I find out which set of escalators to go up.  It’s fairly empty here but the strangest thing for me is that I don’t recall a time I went to Paris without a hat!  It’s such a strange feeling that I felt compelled to use an exclamation mark.  Another strange fact is I’ve not checked out where the local Monoprix is in relation to the hotel.  I think my familiarity with the city is allowing me to take my foot off the gas a little; which is great.  It means I can try and focus on the impending doom of the upcoming Coffee Pot Conversations.  As I said in yesterday’s entry, knowledge is the best friend of experience.  But it’s also the alcoholic uncle of reputation.  It’ll be something to write about at a later time.