For Ale's birthday, we decided to spend a weekend in Paris. We took the train on Friday evening and knowing that we would be arriving late, I decided to pack a picnic for the trip. I stopped at a local cheese shop and picked out some really nice (and old) cheeses to eat on the train.
When we opened the cheese, Ale commented, whoa - this stuff really stinks. I smelled at first but after a few whifs, my nose was comeplete dead to the smell. We enjoyed our wine and cheese and when we were done, I wrapped up the trash and, lacking anywhere else to put it, stuffed the bag of garbage in to a backpack that we had brought a long for the trip.
About a half an hour later, I opened the backback to grab my ipod. No sooner as had I touched the bag as I was almost overcome by the smell. It made my eyes water. I can't imagine the suffering that our neighbors must have endured as we had been eating. But, being France, no one had even blinked.
Evidently, it is a well known rule on this fine continent but in case you don't know:
DO NOT TAKE CHEESE ON THE TRAIN.
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