The RER train to Charles de Gaulle hellport is a great transition from lovely Paris to what is easily the shittiest airport I've been to. First, you get the pungent aroma of stale urine with notes of a more recent vintage. Next, the dimly-lit car, made more drepressing by the dingy yellow walls. Finally you emerge from the tunnels to slowly trek through the most depressed parts of the city. Then, just as you're considering whether jumping might not be a better alternative, you get to
your destination.
Now you realize that you weren't in hell before - you were merely in Charon's ferry. "Welcome to Charles de Gaulle Airport"? Better the sign read "Abandon all hope, ye who enter."
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