Coming Down...

Have I mentioned how much I hate not having access to a proper keyboard? Still on the iPhone. I can't do justice to today with two finger typing. Sufffice to say that we left three hours to drive 180 km and almost missed our flight. I'll explain the unmade road and invisible airport anon, but suffice to say we checked in with three minutes to spare, which is cutting it fine, even for me.
Hard to believe I'm in Paris at all, never mind in a charming Latin quarter hotel (booked from the CDG Sheraton, where I blagged my way into their business centre) or that the concierge upgraded us on hearing where we'd come from (he's Moroccan)
Found a great wee restaurant tucked away on the Ille and watched some petanque for a while. I'm thinking of going to Mass at Notre Dame tomorrow - the best thing a out being agnostic is never having to say a good act of contrition...