Leaving Paris for Lille on Monday December 23rd, I took the only metro line that’s functioning (line 1) to Chatelet. Then I trudged up the boulevard de Sébastopol to the Gare du Nord train station. It took 40 minutes. I had a knapsack on my back, plus I was carrying a bag filled with gifts. I wasn’t alone, there was a procession of tourists and travellers, many rolling their suitcases along the pavement. Once I got to the train station, my train was on time … and it was half empty.
Leaving behind the gray and gloom of Paris, it was sunny and mild in Lille.
The streets in the Old Town were bustling with Christmas shoppers.
On the way to the shops, we passed the gothic church below and my 7-year old godson said ‘Tata, can we go inside and make a wish?’
Later, he wrote down his wish in the visitors’ book, but I wasn’t allowed to see.
Juliet in Paris
Thanks for the dispatch and photos. Yes, a private wish is personal. Mature kid.
Thanks for commenting. Best wishes for the New Year.
Good-looking kids. Always a pleasure to read your POV from France. Best wishes for 2020.
Thanks so much, Cynthia. I likewise send you my best wishes.