My Holidays(5)

One of the days we went to Paris for one night.

That was when the trouble began.

Paris was in France and so they spoke french.

When we took the train, they had some announcements in french and we did not understand.

My mother asked the information counter for help.

Luckily, the the man at the information counter knew a bit of English.

He told my mother that the train would not be coming.

My mother came back to tell us the information.

While we were discussing how we should go there, the train came.

We quickly got up and went in.

phew!