Now that we are back in London, the memories of Paris are already starting to blur.... still....some memories linger. For example, I remember that Day 2 started early. Alex, having spent the evening throwing up everything in his stomach, woke up early (ie. 4:30am) and famished. I kept telling him to go back to bed til something opened, but he was insistent. I finally gave at at 6am, and went out with him looking for a bit to eat. It being July 14 (Bastille Day), I was a bit skeptical that we would have success. Still, off we went. The streets were not quite silent. Indeed, we walked past one of the nightclubs which was just closing down. I had forgotten til that moment that the clubs close just when the metro starts running again in the morning. So... we shared the streets with the nightclub crowd. We were treated to an entertaining interaction between two women, both dressed to the nines, and both pretty inebriated. They were in good form, and messing around. The winner was the one who managed to pull the wig (a seriously "Tina Turner" edition!) off the other. :-) quite a sight......One of the boyfriends helped girl number 2 to reposition the thing, and then all wandered off in another direction, seemingly happy and content.