From les puces went back the seine at Notre dame and caught a boat cruise on the bateaux Parisienne. Sights were great from the river including the Eiffel tower but on board was really raucous with some families carrying on in different languages, and the young French couple in front of us just about pashing and licking each other to death. I'm sure I saw his tongue come out her other ear at one stage. She had really clean ears by the end of the trip. Get a room guys!! After that caught metro up to the Eiffel tower (finally!) after seeing it at a distance for a few days. BUT we didn't go up! Crowds were too long and even the Eiffel wasnt worth a queue that long. Instead sat in park under the tower and experienced two great shows- first cops and hawkers- one police car chasing the migrant hawkers around the park with the hawkers sprinting and jumping over fences, then back over fences when the car came around the other way. No one was caught- you need two cars guys. While that was going on we heard all this whistling and drumming and eventually a huge festival parade turned up under the Eiffel. Many different African dance and drumming troupes, island dancers in coconut cup bras (aah, mammaries of the moulin again!) and even Latin dancers on a flatbed truck. Great energy. After that back to the Latin Quarter for a nice felafel meal and people watching at a table at the Havana club. Back through the rain and up the wet gobble-stoned rue lepic, and that was Saturday.
Sunday: croissants from a little French bakery on the way down the hill and coffee at Starbucks. Walked through pigalle and Anvers to sacre couer. Great cathedral and great views over the city. To the jardins Tuileries, place de la Concorde where Marie antoinette and thousands more were guillotined, io champs Elysees in the rain and back on the metro to st Germaine des press. Wandered around and found a really old church built on roman ruins, and another cathedral we wandered into and experienced a mass. Awesome experience. The day became progressively colder beginning to regret leaving my jacket in Netherlands. Back again t the Latin quarter for felafels and beer at the Havana and then home Jeeves. On the way home a young African busier was on the metro belting out Amy winehouse's "rehab". Threw to me for the chorus - great experience. That was Sunday. Jeannie is telling me to stop writing a book, and wants to edit me, so handing over.