In the first half of my voyage, I was racing across France between Paris and Brest, to cheer on a friend participating in the cycle race there. Then race on to Frankfurt. Within this, crossing Paris was one fucking rush.

I expected to have up to a day for the city before my high-speed train left, but friend's slow progress left me with only two hours to cross the city. So I'll do RER C, Notre Dame, RER B, I thought. But at Invalides, my train stopped: track renewal, total closure! So I ran 500m (losing the right way multiple times) with heavy bag for the replacement bus, found it goes every 15 minutes, across dense traffic, then I ran across the RER B station, then from Gare du Nord to Gare l'Est. I just catched my ICE-3, boarding with my T-shirt thoroughly wet with sweat...

Will write 1-2 diaries on my trip in the next few days.

_{*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.}