It’s raining. I’m in Paris. This is just brilliant.
Yesterday we spent four hours on the Eurostar and then checked in at our hotel which sort of reminds me of the hotel in Home Alone 2 (Tim Curry is working in reception). I took Kate on a sprint round Paris, from Tour Eiffel to Notre-Dame. We have taken a million pictures (well Kate has) and I’m having a brilliant time.
In an attempt to show off I had oysters last night at dinner. I don’t know how they’re supposed to be an aphrodisiac when it feels like you are eating something that snuck aboard Prometheus.
We are off to the Eiffel Tower and Pére Le Chaise.