Paris 20th June 2009

We arrive in what seemed to be the Paris ghetto but we thought at least it couldn't get any worse. Or could it? No I'm only stirring it was actually a great stay. Our hotel was brilliant (just outside ghetto borders) Hotel Chassoniers by San Mour metro. Our room was literally just a bed and a basin but all clean and sufficient for the eight hours of slumber we spent there.

As soon as we got in, we shot straight to 'Meating' the steak house Max had recommended to us. Everything went so perfectly. What little French we could remember endeared us to the Parisians, our hotel was so close to the metro and the restaurant was easily reached. Our meal was romantic and such a good feed, our cote de beof was delicious and served by a very fabulously moody Frenchman. Only the French can make moody likable! He ended up being an ex French rugby player and English club coach - small world. He also gave me a muffin for breakfast which was very sweet of him, tasted like crap unfortunately, but Andy ate it in the end; although that really doesn't say much about the muffin, as pretty much anything edible isn't safe in the same vicinity as him!!

After dinner we took the RER train also known as 'area', well, that's what it blummin' sounds like:
"You take the area, to the Eiffel tower", "Yeah we'd like to take in the area, we just need to know how to bloody get there!".

Despite our comprehension confusion we made it to the Eiffel tower by RER by midnight. Just in time to see it come alive with a frenzy of lights accompanied by a chorus of 'ohhhs' and 'ahhhs'. I can't quite put my finger on why, but it really is one of the most romantic sites in the world.