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A day in Paris with wonderful weather. We had a plan, to reach the summit of the Eiffel Tower. We had seen most of the sights by night as we strolled around the previous evening but neither of us had been all the way to the top of the tower. I had been to the second stage during a school trip and Ian had slept in the gardens nearby some years ago when travelling with a friend but that was the best we could do back then. The view from the summit was amazing, we were lucky and had a clear day.

On our return journey to the airport I attempted to converse in French at the station by offering a woman our unused Metro tickets but either she wasn't interested or my French or my French was rusty! She just shook her head.

Our flight home was a mere 48 minutes long. On arrival at Heathrow we pegged it to the car and drove to Appletree Cottage as we had arranged for some friends to join us for our final drink in the Golden Ball.