Evening people, Today's blog is quite a quickie, mainly because all I've done is sit on a train. It's not that difficult to be totally honest. I got up this am, ambled down to breakfast for a now obligatory croissant and couple of cups of coffees, packed my bag up and walked down to say ter-rar to the start/finish line behind the hotel. Then I walked back up to the train station and got on my train to Nice, a rapid change there for the train bound for Lyon and ...

So today was an early start, up at 7am, that's 6am in England, out the hotel via the French National Pastry Launching champion 2009/2010 otherwise known as "Petit Dejeuener" and onto the Paris Metro bound for Le Gare Lyon. At the station I stagger across the concourse to the Billeterie and have, what in my mind was, a full blown conversation in French in order to purchase my reservation for the TGV to Nice-Ville. Whether any of it made sense I don't know or par...

So, day two. Woke up, went downstairs to something called "Petit Dejeuner". Now apparently, this is breakfast in France. However it did consist of catching a luke warm choix pastry which was lovingly fired at you from a rather angry looking African woman stood in the corner. I left quite quickly. I made my way down from my hotel to The Notre Dame and had a wander through the building, gazing at the height of the stained glass windows in the transept and attempt...

Hello everybody! Well well well. I made it! The day started with a pint in the bar at Terminal 3 at Manchester Airport (at 11:00am) then I got on this aluminium tube with engines on. This machine then proceeded to toss 109 people (plus 5 crew) about for the next 1:15 like a washing machine. I've had runways overshot, landings aborted, landed in a blizzard, however; I have never dropped 1000 feet in 4 seconds. Vom. Anyway, we landed at Charles De Gaulle Term...