When we arrived in France, Lyle easily negotiated our way through Charles de Gaulle Airport and onto the train to the city centre. At
Gare du Nord main station we spent many minutes looking for the Metro
connection which would lead to our hotel. Part of the problem was that
our map was labelled in colors and the signs for the train lines in the
station were given as numbers. We eventually found our way down a
series of steps to what we hoped was the correct platform. Imagine my
surprise when I noticed beside us a young man with a guide dog. He also
noticed my white cane, and in hesitant English, asked if he could help
us. We obviously looked a little uncertain. After telling him which
station we were heading for, he assured us we were on the correct
platform and told us how many stops there were before before we reached
our station.
Our new friend was very helpful. I find it curious that our first
personal contact in a city of 2.5 million was with someone who also had
only partial vision. I know I have said before that I don't believe in
coincidences, but what do you think?
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