We arrived in Paris last night. I remain impressed by French Roads and cars. It was auto route all the way until the last 10 minutes when we swung into Paris along the North Bank of the Seine and then crossed over to the South Bank and our bijou Hotel, the Regent, on Rue Dauphine in St. Germaine. It is like a picture postcard here - cafe's every 30 metres and little shops. Our Renault Espace has used less than a tank of diesel the whole trip.
The big conflict that I face is the struggle between my eyes and my mouth and the rest of my body. Each night I tell myself that i will hold back. Butt then when faced with dinner, I cannot resist. Last night I had oysters, steak tartare (raw) and creme brule plus two bottles of very nice wine between 3 of us. I paid all night and once again vow to hold back. We will see.
We have spent the last 4 days as a group and we have all split up today. I am off to the the War Museum - surprise - on my own later today.
We are all still struck by our experience at Vimy and I will have to let some more time go by to be able to write a more reflective piece.
All the best to all of those who have been here as well
