I never told you what happened that last day in Paris. Well I neglected to confirm with Katia that her cellphone was receiving my text messages. So it wasn't until I returned to an internet cafe and emailed her that she knew I was waiting in Champs de Mars (the park at the foot of the Eiffel Tower) until 3pm when I had to catch my train to Calais for the ferry that night. She got the email and both her and her sister came and found me. Sometime earlier I had realised that my choice of clothes probably wasn't the greatest. Blue jeans, white shirt and the red scarf from Pamplona (movie 3.9mb). I hope the locals didn't think I was making fun of them. The three of us walked around near the tower for quite a while, discussing the various places we have seen and what we do at the moment. I mentioned that I hardly saw any of France and there is now a possibility of a joint trip to the Loire Valley next spring, depending on work and study requirements. I love having friends in exciting places (NZ included).