We used the Metro exclusively while in Paris. Mostly it was a great experience and it was
fun figuring out how to get from point A to point B. But, then there was Friday afternoon during
rush hour. So, on Friday, exiting the
Louvre (after spending the entire day roaming around the museum and will go
back once we leave Normandy), we were swept into a very crowded Metro station
on the Rue de Rivoli.
I gave Sterling a quick
warning to make sure his passport was tucked inside his shirt. Although he initially greeted me with a roll
of the eyes and a “not again”. The pick
pockets were out (apparently en masse) because between the place we got on the
Metro and the next stop, a young woman tried to pick Bill’s camera bag and a
gross old man had his hand in my left pants pocket. Bill kindly placed his hand on the young
woman’s, made eye contact and she left at the next stop. For me, I leaned onto the man’s hand against
the vertical post. Not a good ‘pick’ for
either of them. The only things in my
pocket were a lomotil pill and my lip balm.
