Paris.......love-locked to my heart!
I do not intend to let the memories of my 5 days in Paris fade...so instead of the usual snippets, I have endeavoured to write as much as I recall. Love locks on Pont Neuf #Day 1 Alain, my AirBnB host, had kindly offered to pick me up from CDG airport and escort me home. It was an offer which I accepted with alacrity. I worried that no SIM card and maybe no wi-fi would pose a problem with me meeting him at the vast city of an airport that is Charles de Gaulle. But lo and behold, there was that familiar face (from his Airbnb profile photo) right at the arrivals gate through which I made my exit. Introductions over, I told him that I speak a smattering of French and he was overjoyed by this revelation...and there we were....an Indian girl with her luggage and an elderly balding bespectacled French gent in a red coat walking and talking away. A bit of hilarity ensued as we boarded some wrong trains that would not ply because of technical issues. I think we got off three conse...