au, On one of my visits to Paris, I was with luggage, and trying to find one of the train stations. The name was something like "Du Norde" and I didn't know how to pronounce it correctly, but a gentleman tried to help me none-the-less. On another visit, I was trying to find my way to Mont Montre, and looking at a map of Paris. A gentleman stopped and asked if he could be of any help. I said, yes, and pointed to my destination. He said he was taking the bus that I should take, and told me where to get off and walk to the top. I got to my destination!

But, on another visit, when I was at a train station's visitors center, the woman behind the desk was so rude, I wanted to wring her neck, and tell her to "go to he**. It was to closest I ever got to thinking murder in my life.

c.i.