The trouble now is: what do I next weekend?
Having travelled to London late Friday, Eurostar out to Paris at 6.30a.m Saturday morning to surprise someone I didn’t know would turn up in order to wander around in the sunshine, have lunch in the gardens of Sacre Cour, before sampling the delights of Paris on an evening; followed by a return to London first-thing Sunday morning to spend the day wandering around in even more sunshine, including lying on the banks of the River Thames in the shadow of the London Eye before returning back into Durham at 12.30a.m, I need something even more outrageous for next time!
What went from being the most stupidest thing I’ve ever done thankfully become the most amazing thing I’ve ever done. And what better way to surprise someone than in the heart of Paris under the gaze of the Eiffel Tower? Maybes the Parisienne taxi wasn’t such a great idea (I’d only recommend a taxi ride in Paris if you have a serious death wish), but you either get busy living or get busy dying!