The idea that I was in Paris did not hit me until the next morning. I woke up at around 2am to the sound of roadworks and a gang of French youths shouting what I could only assume to have been taunts, at each other. It sounded like a little gang bust-up, and at that time in the morning, I thought I was still in Peterborough until I realised I couldn't understand what they were saying because I needed subtitles. The weather did not help either because it was so hot, and the hotel with it's shining double star-award didn't have any air conditioning. D, who was awoken by the ruckus and the heat as well, and I chatted for a bit and afterwards tried our best to get some shut eye. Breakfast was at a very early 6-9.30am schedule and so was our call time.
After a decent amount of Z's. I woke up to a nice and sunny morning. Still on with the background orchestra of concrete drilling, D and I got dressed quickly and met up with C and B for some munchies downstairs. The menu was continental, so it wasn't anything life changing. I must say though that amidst the sea of croissants and pain au chocolats, it was the humble crepes that took my fancy. And the strong French coffee. It was the perfect combo to get my system jump started for a long day ahead of us. And let me tell you now, it was the longest day we had out of the whole week.
