After a tearful goodbye with complementary hugs and kisses off my Mother and Sister (as they dropped us at the airport) myself and Archie hobbled off into Birmingham Airport, equipped with rucksack and all! Because its a tradition in my books, we just HAD to get a Burger King and before we knew it, we sat in our gate awaiting to board the flight to Paris CDG. Funnily enough, whilst walking onto the plane we heard someone call Archie's name and coincidentally an old school friend, Tim Crump, was also on his way to Paris with his girlfriend. Now, at this point, I'm absolutely petrified. Not because of Tim Crump, but because I was on a plane, no option to get off, no way back. Uh Oh. I just hate the take off, I can't help think of that scene from Final Destination.
To make the most of our time (and 'cause we were starving hungry), we wandered out to get some dinner at a jazzy kinda cafe right on the corner and had the loveliest food. Onion soup with Croque Monsieur and Archie had fancy coconut chicken - mmmm. After that we headed for the Eiffel Tower but stopped off for a cheeky look at the Arc de Triomph first using our metro tickets. And then, after catching a glimpse of an ingenious shopping trolly that barbequed corn on the cob we hopped off the metro for le eiffle tower. I'd seen the tower before with the school, but not like this, not at night time! C'etait magnifique! We strolled back, stuck the telly on in the background, opened our balcony door for a cool breeze and had a lovely sleep.
Bon nuit!
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