"Miss, it's 5:45 now, if you go to the station now, check in, and board the train, you'll be more relaxed," he said.
"Okay, thank you."
I closed the door, quickly changed my clothes, and washed up.
The gendarme was still carrying my suitcase for me, taking it to the train station.
On the way, I asked him, "Do French gendarmes also provide transportation for foreigners?"
"At the train station, ensuring the safety of citizens and foreigners is our duty."
"Responsible for taking them to their station?"
"That's not it. I just finished the night shift, and I was afraid you slept too late, which could make you miss your train. Besides, it's on my way back to the dormitory," he explained.
"Oh, thank you so much."
We entered the station, and I saw several bullet-like high-speed trains already there. The gendarme pointed to the ticket machine: "Please check your ticket here."
The ticket went in one end and came out the other, stamped with a small notch.
