In the heat of the night

If I’ve learned anything these past couple of weeks, it’s that I don’t think I can stay up until 5 a.m. anymore.

On the plus side, Paris’ nightlife is quite happening. No, you’re not getting any more details than that (unless you’re Liam).

Past couple of weeks have been kind of uneventful. Except for the request to work from home because of a threatened protest nearby. Oh, and my first train strike.

It’s a good thing I live within walking distance to work. Ten subway lines were closed, and four were running at one-quarter or one-third capacity. Only the driverless lines (1 and 14) were operating as normal.

That was probably still more transit coverage than the TTC at full service, but I digress.

Buses were sardine cans that day, from what I saw. I’m pretty sure it would have been preferable just to call in sick/work from home/do something else than take transit that day.

Except Uber. Surge pricing is a thing, and it stings when all you want to do is get home at 5 a.m. And sleep for 24 hours.

Edit: And right after I posted this, I saw this story. I guess I’m gonna get my political excitement in after all.