Rue de Wigs

Yes, that is correct, we are staying on the street of wigs.

After disembarking from the Eurostar train and losing ourselves in the Parisian streets Nicola's unerring sense of direction took us to the Street of Wigs, otherwise known as "where our hotel is". On a short 20 minute walk from train station to hotel we passed no fewer than 20 wig shops all displaying their wares on mannequin heads atop camera tri-pods. Odd.

But , that's ok, we are in Paris.

Paris is massive, a very impressive city. The architecture is astonishing and grand.

Nicola spent the first day staring at wigs and shoes and handbags and I spent it staring at bridges and towers and arches. We missed most of the historical interesting stuff including theLouvre, which is closed on Tuesdays. BUGGER!

Not to worry,hop on a river cruise, sail down the Sienne and hop off at the Eiffel Tower. Never a dull moment, well apart from the 2 hours queing to get in the tower. But we did it anyways.

That evening we strolled St Germain and ate the most amazing ice cream then went home tired and stuff with foods. My feet are killin me.