Well a full fun packed day, up, brekky, out to see the Moulin Rouge (hey sister, soul sister) and then up to Sacre Coeur in baking 32 degree heat and clear skies. Pickpockets with their latest tricks spotted by Mrs Fogg, sketch artists screwing our American cousins over Euros for drawings that unless I’m mistaken means everyone looks like Patrick Swayze or Tina Turner?

Incredible views and of course grub with mussels, oh yum, before a final womble then a taxi to the airport, chaotic service onboard jetpoo and then back to cloudy skies and rain, boo.

A lovely weekend and a chance to introduce the folks to that there France, ah I love it dearly and can’t wait to visit it again!

The highlight has to be lunch on the Seine with the Folks completely plastered and having lots of fun. And Mrs Hulk foot walking better now, hurrah.

Happy Birthday TurfGal.

Yes a true Harley rider sports long flowing locks, a gnarly beard, leather waistcoat, rough and ready demeanour and the ability to spot a Harley opportunity when it arises.

Unfortunately for me I will never have long hair, my beard itches after 3 days and gets shaven, but I am a little rough, do now posses a leather Harley waistcoat and with the assistance of those around got the Harley opportunity in that there ride France. Long way to go methinks.

Today a walk up to some poncy art district, but there is food involved and I have the hot Mrs Fogg on my arm in her designer clobber (god save the queen and Betty something or other) so she will fit in.