Well we couldn't find the Gay Ball, either our directions weren't good enough or the French gays and lesbians were too lazy to organise anything. So we walked down to the Bastille at midnight only to find the party already over and hundreds of drunk off their faces French staggered and hollering around the place. It was, in a word, disappointing ( Read more... )

Today after a grande sleep in David and I emerged from our hotel room and headed to the Centre Pompidou (modern art). It was all right... we wandered through some galleries of recent artworks - disembowled stuffed toys strung up from the ceiling and the like (a father explained to his young daughter "They're just asleep ( Read more... )

Well I am in Caen, sitting in the downstairs kitchen in Batiment I - the only place in the building that gets reception.

The last few days in Paris were fun, we went and watched Pirates des Caraïbes 3 (which didn't seem to translate too well into French... everything in the vein of 'Blimey!' and 'Crikey!' just turned out as 'Sacrebleu!') ... ( Read more... )