Well, survived the wedding, and the trip yesturday which was somewhat coloured by a hangover. That last sip of Gin and Tonic and the night wore on on saturday/sunday.
The train from Leicester was nice- affordable weekend first class. I must remember to book in advance more often. The one fly in that particular ointment was realising in the last half hour of the journey that we had misread the eurostar ticket and so had missed the train out to Paris. Still it was properly missed - no mad dash panic accross st pancreas in a foohardy attempt to change the laws of physics. Fortunately they were able to change our tickets, albeit we had to sit apart, but as I slept most of the way that wasn't really a problem, being lulled to sleep by the mutterd cursing of the kids in the same block as me playing various PDA games.
Getting through security: non of the new humiliations that planes bring- taking off shoes, face scan, only one bag, taking off belt, mad panic to get dressed again at the shopping mall, sorry waiting area.
Paris of course was waiting for us, and whilst signage could be better, betting to the taxi rank prooved not too difficult, and then the short haul to the Hotel Albouy.
after a quick refresh in our bijou room, a bijou walk to the cafe pierre. Had forgotten about the expense that beer can reach in paris - but the wiess beer went well with the steak frites. And beside Ulla was paying.
and then back for a very early night in Paris
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