"A testament to the proficiency of France’s railway workers, we arrived roughly on time in Gare du Nord, Paris. A station where [James] Joyce penned a letter to his brother, observing: 'I hate the bustle but the station has its own strange poetry, the sound of footsteps, the distant whistle of the steam engines, and the sudden clanging of the signal bell.'"
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