Just returned from Paris, from a very necessary weekend break.
It was lovely, the perfect weather: cold and sunny. We sat an talked in the gardens behind Notre Dame for ages, mainly about names and ambitions for our baby.
The wine: expensive but decent with the immense amount of baguettes and cheese we had.
The Tour Eiffel: first time up there for me, despite living in Paris for a few months.
Shakespeare and Co: great bookshop as ever.
The Long Hop: reliable as ever for watching English football.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show, interactive with French drag queens. Ill-advised as AW's first experience of the film.
Sacre Coeur: we walked up the hill to AW's favourite cathedral, listening to the soundtrack to Moulin Rouge. Said a prayer for our daughter.
Too much walking for a pregnant bird, even though we deliberately took it easy.
