Garoo

I guess I might be able to get used to night buses after all (Paris has a dozen lines of buses that go across the city every hour at night—twice an hour on weekends). It doesn’t last as long as I thought, the bus riders aren’t that creepy, and there’s some kind of satisfaction to getting on a bus in the center of Paris and being delivered 500 meters away from my home without any transfer or wait. Now, come to think of it, there was a time, many years ago, when I was indeed used to taking that bus, but I forgot in the meantime. That would be due to the fact that, when you’re spending forty-five minutes in a bus, you experience time much more strongly than when you’re walking home from the train for half an hour, so it doesn’t leave a good impression on your memory.