Jim and Carmels Adventures

  Chapter Two Paris The train gently glided into the Gare du Nord (The Station of the North)   and my mind went back almost 50 years previously when I first visited this city as an undergraduate student in my early 20’s. Back then I had noticed the street cafes with their closely knit tables spilling out onto the footpaths. The narrow streets choking with myriad shops, cafes and restaurants, continually thronged with people passing through. The wide boulevards boasting their splendid ornate buildings reaching majestically up into the Paris sky. Their equally magnificent names which would forever be implanted in my memory, the Boulevard St. Germaine with its myriad array of bookshops, cafes and restaurants, the Boulevard St. Michel close by boasting an ornate fountain that gushed out of a gable wall spewing out endless water in constant cascades, its splendid façade standing proudly and defiantly as it had done so for years. The metro with its great labryrinth of tunnels...