Its quite amazing how vast the differences are between London and Paris, given that they are approximately the same distance apart as Sydney and Canberra...
For starters, there are so many English people there!! I know that seems embarrassingly obvious, but I'm talking here about the stereotypical English person.. the one we all scoff about in a kind-hearted manner, knowing they're not all like that.. pasty, a little plump, tea-drinking, chip-eating, basically ‘good chaps’.. there's something else as well which I can't quite put my finger on, some innate, indelible "Englishness". While I was on the train I kept myself amused playing "Pick the French/English person", which was quite amusing, but waayy too easy.
I will know for next time that: 6 hours sleep the night before + getting up at 5:30am + major strain strikes across Paris + finally arriving at the station for the Paris-London train and realising that I’ve forgotten my passport = STRESS!!!
And once I was finally safely collapsed into my seat I realised that: not having any English pounds + not knowing where the place I had to go was + not having a map + not having anyone’s phone number + not knowing what the time difference between London and Paris is + not knowing if my accompanist had received the music + not bringing a copy of the music = STRESS!!!
An experience not to be repeated.
On the plus side, I found an Australian shop near the Australian High Commission (where I was playing), and bought myself a ridiculously overpriced jar of vegemite. And a Caramello Koala. Which helped.