The queue for "rest of the world" may be short but it's very slow. And, the border control officer was a right cow. I sometimes wonder why we bothered to help England win those damn wars... Eventually emerged from the hell that is Gatwick to stagger a block or two to our hotel. Good news: it overlooks a shell station - somewhere to buy a snack - we're starving. Better news: our Twickenham tickets were waiting for us - we ARE going to England V Barbarians tomorrow...
Actually, now we're here, there is no bad news - apart from it not being Turkey anymore. And it's 1,30am.
For your interest and edification here is a picture of Paris from the air... at night... from the sky... I was in row 2 by the window - I snagged the front row aisle seat for Geoffrey, so he travelled in style - Easyjet style, that is.
Night night.
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