The passage through CDG and onto the train platform was easy and efficient for the first time. On every other trip, I'd hit a point of near panic trying to find the right bus to the end of the metro line and then not being sure I was actually in the right place with the right change and going the right direction. On our last visit, the train line had been extended to the airport, but it wasn't working. We took a bus that, apparently, needed to circumnavigate every traffic circle in every industrial park between CDG and the designated metro stop. The ride was kind of interesting, but oh, so slow. The stop itself was not that encouraging. It seemed isolated and it was unclear how you were supposed to get ticketed and onto (which) platform. Or maybe I was just tired. This time, from plane to train to central city was a piece of cake. The sign says, "All trains are going to Paris." And . . . we never found where we were supposed to pay, so at least for this one time, the ride was free. When we arrived at the other end, like magic, a guy in working clothes appeared at our side, opened the gate and beckoned us through. Welcome to Paris.
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