The weather was glorious in Paris. We went to all the usual sights, either on foot, by boat on the Seine, or by underground. Nothing seemed to be very far away, so we managed to tick off an awful lot of must-sees in a relatively short time.
Lucy and Mike were keen to savour the culinary delights of Paris: snails. Admittedly, it was my idea to order them as a starter one evening, but after watching Mike, then Lucy, prise a rubbery snail out of its shell and eat it up, I lost my nerve completely and stuck to eating a bit of baguette instead until the main course arrived.
Three hot afternoons spent dangling our feet in the fountain outside the Louvre were sadly soon forgotten thanks to the over-efficient air-conditioning systems on these modern night trains: I've caught a cold from it. I started a new job yesterday and spent all of my second day there sneezing and sniffing. Bad timing!
