Author: Interloper11

The best weekend of my life in which I nearly died multiple times, that is.

That first time…

Not sure how much I’ll be posting in the next couple of weeks, as I’ve realised that it might detract a bit from the whole “French language immersion” thing.

My hotel here in Paris was a good choice.

My throat is still very sore, I phoned Simon in the middle of the night* to ask if I should start antibiotics but he said no, there’s be no benefit and I’d just end up with diarrhoea and thrush.

My first 24 hours in France have been pretty successful.

I have arrived safe and sound at my little hotel in Paris, the Hotel D’Amiens.

Sitting in my plane, waiting for everyone to board so we can head off to Paris.

(Does anyone under the age of fifty understand what I’m referencing there? Do I, in fact? I think it’s something Superman used to say, was it in an old TV series?)

I learnt something new today, while out walking the dogs at the beach this evening.