Some of us attended mass at Notre-Dame Cathedral on Sunday morning, which was lovely, though it was rather strange with innumerable tourists shuffling past you taking selfies whilst you’re in the midst of prayer. Due to the unforgivably cold weather, we warmed up with a cheeky omelette in a nearby café and chatted away over our coffees. Despite having literally just finished our breakfast, we then headed to purchase the wares of a nearby crepe vendor, but not before Maddy had sampled everybody else’s. Leaving the gang at Sainte Chapelle, Sarah and I headed for yet another meal, this time with Lucy, our generous friend that kindly gave us shelter last time we were here. If you can imagine the three Christmas dinners scene from The Vicar of Dibley, you have a general image of Sarah and myself as we walked away from the lovely meal we shared with them.
[Determined to squeeze the most out of our final day, we all split up into smaller groups with renewed vigour to conquer Paris and all its sights. Whistle-stop tours of Notre Dame, Sainte Chapelle, the Moulin Rouge (and the outside of the adjacent sex shops), and the Sacré-Cœur - this time mobbed by tourists and the odd over-friendly cat - were completed, and we all adjourned back at the hostel in time to catch the train to the airport exhausted but with a wonderful sense of achievement.]
Paris, thanks for having us. Edwin, thanks for joining us. We hope we'll be seeing you both very soon.
The Madlads x