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Landing in Charles de Gaulle was a nightmare. Not the part about the plane actually touching down; that bit went pretty smoothly. No, I’m talking about how everyone was staring at me like I’m nuts for screaming NEVER at the top of my lungs.
Ugh.
After that, it took a while to get through customs, but that was my bad. The fake passport I grabbed wasn’t Elle’s best work. As fake names go, Brianna Rosacea sounds pretty false. In the end, I got through fine. Leave it to Elle. Her false docs will never let you down, even with a bogus-sounding name.
The real trouble came with finding a cab. Once I told them I wanted to go to Boucle-Roux, they’d speed talk in French and motion toward the door until I left. Finally, I found a guy who would do it. Which brings me to the present moment. Gusta
