As a very young sailor I rode the milk train from Marseille to Paris during the summer of 1964. Objective was was to celebrate Bastille Day in Paris and it seemed that the train took forever. It seemed that I was the only US sailor in town when I got there, and everyone wanted to thank me for my part in winning the War. Under the right circumstances the people of Paris are much warmer than their reputation. The trip was really to visit the town on a friends birthday, and it was almost as great as a the sailors dream that Paris would be!
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