After an uneventful flight on the bucket airline (complete with members of the BBC on a works jolly, no doubt paid for by your license fee and the magnanimous offer for anyone to join them at a local bar for free drinks), we arrived to a rather cold and snowy Paris, ready to make our way to the Hotel California.

Once at the hotel we quickly dumped our bags and headed off down the Champs Élysées to a mile of Christmas markets either side.

A trip in the freezing cold Paris Eye (we were last in this in 1999 during a works day trip), this time there was a chance to see a beautiful sunset over Paris before Mrs Fogg craved Waffles, chocolate and cream, then ended up with half of it down her front.

Chance for a little rest, the back again to explore Paris by night.