Quite a fab day, really. We were supposed to wake up really early so we could go to the Eiffel Tower, but unfortuantely we forgot and when we did surface it was pissing with rain, somewhat. Instead, we decided it would be a much better idea to have a chilled breakfast, so I headed out to the market to buy some croissants and things and then got some coffee up to the room where we sat and chomped infront of the television.

Lyssa is now a BBC World music convert.

Once we were properly up and about, we headed down to Trocadero on the Metro (taking loads of arty photos as we went) then wandered down from there to the tower, before heading for the most gorgeous meal I've had for ages in a restaurant we stumbled across by mistake. I had Confit du Canard which was so incredibly fatty but tasted nicer than anything I have eaten for a while. Lots of wine and fags as well.

We didn't make the organ recital at Notre-Dame although we did go to Mass in the evening which was magical. The music was fantastic and whatever the organist played as his final voluntary literally shook the place. It was a bizarre being in a service which was a mix of Latin and French, but fun anyway. Beats Kendrick.

The hotel staff asked if we'd like a double bed to replace our two twins. Hm. My initial apprehension about the hotel has passed now as it's actually really quite nice. The staff are incredibly friendly and the room's cool. It's quirky, I think. I like French quirkiness.

We wandered down The Seine behind the Cathedral and took some more arty photos, before heading into another cafe and consuming more nice stuff.

Lyssa and I have a new phrase: "Egg factor." Because "oof" sounds remarkably like "oeuf," we have started giving boys an egg factor of one to ten. We are determined to have it become common usage.

Back to the hotel to sit and chill for a while, infront of "Holy Grail" subtitled, which was somewhat bizarre.

Lyssa's been amused all day by posters for "Eh Mec! Elle est ou ma caisse?"