Before my usual pilgrimage to the South of France for my summer holidays, this year i made a small stop off in Paris to visit my aunty first.
To maximise the time away I decided to leave on the last train out of St Pancreas International station to be collected by Papa Chester at around 11:30pm French time. This would usually mean that after a few catch up conversations I would be rocked into a car coma, not this time though. Dad took my love of Paris and used it to his advantage taking me past all of my favourite sites before pulling up to our place. No mater how many times I see it the Eiffel tower it still gives me a giddy happy feeling and that night was no exception.
I am now coming to the end of my fortnight away and feeling extremely happy and rested. More on that soon!