Ah, the joys of the wonderful snow. We caught our train from St Malo to Le Mans, and then asked directions to catch our next train. Conductor – “That train is not running.” Us – “Qua?!” Conductor – “Because of the …. uh… snow” Fantastique! Luckily, there was another train to Paris where we could book a ticket on a direct train. On the way to Paris, the conductor gave us a sympathetic smile and laughed at our miming of snow when seeing our invalidated tickets. Ena struck up an interesting conversation with a French woman who shared the set of four seats on the Bordeaux train. Much charades, Franco-English, and laughter. She made fun of our accents (it wasn’t hard with my dodgy French). We got into Bordeaux a little late, but managed to get ourselves to the hotel via tram (yet another form of transport to figure out. Dear lord…) Another city conquered!