Right then, back to England. Back to work.
Woke up at 5am, even with the shutters closed, all French houses have these shutters… its quite nice.
Got a coach from the centre of town, it took 3 hours to get into Paris… so I also got to catch up on some sleep!
Poodles, cigarette smokers, motorbikes, scooters, coffee and soldiers… oh and double Decker trains on the Metro, a metro where yes everyone smokes. France I guessed, is a nice place. Nightmare getting on the Eurostar though, the rebooking queue took us well past our boarding time and French people were shouting and screaming all over to poor unsuspecting Americans holding up the queues a lot long than they should have. Getting our tickets signed and rebooked took about 5 seconds, even though we had to wait for about an hour.
By a miracle of fate the train was delayed and we were back on safely and on our way into London once again
I enjoyed my stay greatly and felt supercharged for life once again, London really can suck it out of you and make you feel down, getting out is not so much a good thing more of a necessity!