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...