Petty France
Today we were lost in Paris.
The bus dropped us exactly where we’d been told. “A 5-minute walk to the hotel”; that would wake us up after an early morning flight! Practicing my best schoolboy French, I popped into a street corner bar to ask directions to our hotel. I think they said “there’s no Ibis hotel in this neighbourhood, so get lost mate!”
Panicking, we checked the online maps on our phones. There was our hotel, just 250 metres away, but the other side of the Périphérique. Technically in another city. Talk about petty! (or is it petit?)
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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D.M. over 8 years ago
I was sorry I found an Ibis when I found one... Good drabble.
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Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
Thanks very much to you all.
Michelle, I hope that I will be able to publish when I have enough good ones. Stories to read in the smallest room maybe?
D.M. I echo your sentiments. I'm sitting in (the) one now and marvelling at the minute amount of space for the massive sum of 199 Euros per night. They're having a laugh at my expense! -
Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
Thanks very much to you all.
Michelle, I hope that I will be able to publish when I have enough good ones. Stories to read in the smallest room maybe?
D.M. I echo your sentiments. I'm sitting in (the) one now and marvelling at the minute amount of space for the massive sum of 199 Euros per night. They're having a laugh at my expense! -
Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
Thanks very much to you all.
Michelle, I hope that I will be able to publish when I have enough good ones. Stories to read in the smallest room maybe?
D.M. I echo your sentiments. I'm sitting in (the) one now and marvelling at the minute amount of space for the massive sum of 199 Euros per night. They're having a laugh at my expense! -
Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
Sorry, it posted 3 times - so cramped here I knocked my elbow as I clicked!
