Paris

Kelley and I took the Eurostar for a short break in Paris. We got there late on Saturday night and wandered around trying to find the Eiffel Tower and something to eat, the first was big and glowing and easy to find (and extremely crowded, even at midnight), the second not so easy and by the time we found somewhere we were starving.

Sunday morning is still a bit of a mystery to us, somehow we gained an extra couple of hours and we have no explanation for this strange occurence, other than both of us being unable to tell the time. This would have meant that we left the hotel at about 7 in the morning, which would have explained why the markets that Kelley was keen on did not exist, and why we were so exhausted by mid afternoon.





The weather was forecast to be sunny but it rained on and off all morning so we spent a lot of time ducking for cover under any form of shelter available and capped it off with a classy lunch on the steps of a shop doorway - romantic.

There were already crowds starting to gather on the Champs-Élysées for the finish of the Tour de France so we grabbed trendy bright yellow ponchos and claimed a spot on a car park barrier to await the riders.

Looking down Champs-Élysées before the riders arrived



Miracle shot - picking out Contador from the peleton.



The peleton chasing down a breakaway



Sunday was supposed to be our night out but we were so tired we made do with an ice cream sundae from McDonalds and hit the hay.

Monday was a much nicer day, but didn't start off too well when I realised I'd lost my return ticket, technically not lost at all as I knew exactly where I'd left it - the seat in front of me on the train on the way over but that didn't stop the Eurostar staff charging me an extra €23 later in the day. We went up the Eiffel Tower and wandered down to the Louvre, by the time we got back it was time to go.

Looking down from the second floor.....



and looking up at where we're going



View from the top



Outside the Louvre