Pióro

So we arrived at the French customs kiosk. I had filled out my Disembarkment papers incorrectly. There was a place that asked for the last airport. I didn’t know if the form wanted the previous airport or my final airport. I chose the latter.

“Sorry, that should be Pittsburgh. Not de Gaule.”

The customs guys sighed heavily and crossed out my entry and wrote in the change. He then held up the card and said in that oh-so Parisian-ified English,

“Eet iz wrutten een Eenglish.”

What could I say?

Paris is absolutely small bladder friendly… I give it five flushes.

I got some good rock-out pictures of Pioro in front of some familiar landmarks, just got to figure out how to up-load the photos…

Unfortunately we have to leave in a few hours, and have a 20 hr train ride to Lisbon to look forward to.