Charles De Galles was not anything like I'd imagined. Not anywhere close to what I'd call luxurious and fashionable as what Paris's portrayed. Old, somewhat dull, and incredibly smokey are adjectives that came to mind when I stepped foot out into the main public area of the airport. As we were waiting in line to get some information on transportation to Montparnasse station, I looked up and saw three armed soldiers talking and monitoring the area. A flashback of Bangkok a few months ago sprang up from my memory. This's not what I expected to see on my first arrival to France. As we were walking to look for our exit, which the French call "gate", to catch the transfer bus, we walked pass a few more armed soldiers. We finally got to gate 2, waited
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