My journey to Paris today was all a bit exciting
electronic checkin: we cannot check you in please go to an Air France Desk
Air France desk: are you on one of the plane’s that’s been cancelled?
Apparantly I was. Luckily they got me on another flight in the emergency exit seat with more leg room than I could reasonably justify even when waggling my skinny legs around enthusiastically.
At Charles De Gaulle airport the first train wasn’t going exactly where I wanted to go. What the heck, I got on with the intention of changing when the routes differed. This tactic got me where I needed to be in time.
I did notice the signs on some platform, information signs, saying no trains…. …I managed to get where I needed to be without realising that Paris had been immobilised by industrial action