The weather had been okay in Paris, I mention the weather as I was hoping it was going to be good so that we'd see the impressive French/Italian Alps. As we headed past the flat agricultural fields of France the clouds started showing up, last year we'd been lucky to see how impressive the alps were but I had a feeling we werent going to be so lucky this time. The mountains start popping up once you head towards Chamberey. In Winter it would be very busy here wit...

Okay, so we'd missed the last train to Paris. I felt a bit dejected as normally we fly by the seat of our pants and generally make it with seconds to spare. Not this time. We then are told we can get the train from Frethuan back into Calais Town. We do and the train is empty, we also get a free ride which cheers me up a bit. As we walk out of the station, one of the chaps there tells us there's a TGV to Paris at 6.17 am the next day and we intend to get that. We ...

"If is the middle word of life" If only the first bus hadn't been 45 minutes late. If only the second bus hadn't been 10 minutes late. If only we'd been 1 minute earlier at the ferry terminal........ This trip started with Grant dropping me off at our good friends Helen & Rhidian Morgan's house. Rhidian & myself then went to his local Ale House to get in the spirit of the upcoming trip. the locals were all a well traveled lot and so a good conversation ...

Okay, let's not be too harsh on Paris....the architecture is very pretty but just needs a good wash. The jokers out there will say that applies to her ladies also..... We head on to Gare De Lyon Station, which is a bit more like the Paris one expects..a grande facade and quite impressive inside. There's plenty of street theatre to watch as the security guards round up the peddlars....elsewhere the army are patrolling the station with machine guns and polite well...

Well, well, well......after leaving the corruption of Brussels, we head south through what once were the fields of Europe's dreadful Great War. It looks bad enough after a warm summer. God knows what they went through. The northern towns and villages outside of Paris looked similar to our small Welsh hamlets...but upon entering the Paris suburbs...it appears that the devil does indeed make work for idle hands...in this case it's graffiti.....and wecome to all you...