Bonjour!

And Ay oop. I have returned from my jaunt to gay Paris, and just about buffoon free at that. Just about, as I totally timed the train wrong, and we made our flight back to LBA with about four minutes to spare. Of course the Elster is a different story all together. Our first night there, I found a little cafe to have a romantic meal in, and ordered up some champagne cocktails to capture the mood. We ordered our grub, with came with a beautiful soft cheese to spread on some crispy bread. It would seem that the bubbles had gone to our lasses heed, as she tried to spread out the cheese, she sent the bread flying across the cafe, narrowly avoiding an unsuspecting diner in the process. Of course she found this hilarious, and broke out in gales of laughter that had the whole restaurant staring in our direction. Even the Maitre De came to investigate what the Dickens was going on. Oh the shame! Now I am not sure if it's because I don't take her out much, but next up was our breakfast on the Sunday morning when she ordered French Toast off the menu. I was going to raise my concern that this wasn't probably going to be the French Toast served up in America, but figured it would be best if she found out the hard way. As you can see by the picture to the right, it turned out to be just two slices of toast, that happened to made in France. I got to pay £5 for that little mishap. Last of Elsters dinner gaffes, was on the final evening of our trip, where we queued twenty minutes to get into a highly recommended restaurant in Montrassee district. With it being so busy we got seated with a lovely couple from Canada, both of whom where men. Elster couldn't make up her mind what to eat, so gently prodded her new dinner companion in the ribs and looked over his shoulders enquiring " 'Ere what's that like?" as he was about to take a bite of his steak. His companion across the table lifted his plate to the missus as well, to make sure it met with her approval. They both took it in good jest, and turned out to be great dinner companions, although neither could grasp the fact that in Yorkshire "Having your tea" means dinner, or that people actually ate French Fry sandwich's (Chip Butties). Everything else went swimmingly. The weather was great, although the prices were high. We need that Euro to take a dive big time..

The rest of my thoughts on Paris, can be found on a new thread, that you can find above called "Bender or Gender?" where I rate the various towns and cities I have visited as a place to go all out with the Lads (Bender), or take the wife/girlfriend/mother/bit on the side (Gender), marking the whole thing out of fifty.