One July I agreed to help a friend get from the Voconces (a region of northern Provence) to catch a flight at CDG. Never mind that I actually wanted to go to Bourgogne/Burgundy. That's right: north by train to Paris, hotel, airport, hotel, south by train to Burgundy... don't get me started. The upside, though, was that 
I got to spend yet another day in Paris. 
This is what I saw between trains.

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