I was on my feet all day. I strolled through Jardin de Luxembourg, took a final look at Pei’s pyramid, enjoyed a thoroughly decadent 1664 at a sidewalk brasserie — one does not, after all, drink IPA in France — then caught the OrlyBus.
Start spreadin’ the news
I’m leavin’ today
All very smooth and convenient, except that OrlyBus is the one ticket in Paris you can’t buy online, all vending machines but one are out of order, there is a long queue of irritable tourists, the one remaining machine accepts only coins and Visa, and I hadn’t memorized that particular PIN. Irritable tourists became more irritable while I hunted for the number.