OMG! i'm in Paris!!!!! & it only took 45 mins to get hit on by a dude - at 9.30 on a Sunday morning - this is the Lords day! but more on that LATER......

So as expected, the flight to Paris was JAM. PACKED. And with the up most sadness & disappointment, my upgrade option wasn't succesful so just had to suck it up.

Yet again, I had the Hot Seat option - this just means there is extra leg room however the seat arrangement is 3 x 3 x 3 & being in the middle of the 3, I knew it would be unbearable - althought there is extra leg room, the hot seats are the tiniest seats on the plane - not OK! This is more than cattle class - its a human live export atrocity!!

So as soon as that seat belt sign was off, I was up and out, stalking the plane, straight down the back to the galley, politely stuck my head behind the curtain & asked for a better seat & voila! the most PARFAIT seat I believe in the economy section - only a 2x which was recessed, so much leg room, no one behind to recline into & a cute little French man to spend the next 12.5 hours next to. Tres bien!!! Luckily I kept my comfort kit (blankie, pillow & eye mask) from the last leg & didn't realised Í'd ordered another for this flight too so I gifted it to the little old cute dude - Mother Teresa strikes again!!! Just as well, the air con was set to ARCTIC & it would've been most unpleasant without the warmth & comfort. Debbie Moore, Patron Saint of Economy Travel.

Not much to report for the next 11 hours as one was in suspended consciousness between the temazapam & the valium paird with air cancelling headphones, that truly is the only way to travel.

OK so how did i get hit on <60 minutes in the City of Lurve? THE FREAKING SHUTTLE DRIVER - unreal. I've used these shuttles before - prebooked, nice vehicles, shared with maybe one other drop off. Funnily enough the other drop off was a nice gay couple that had been on the same flight all the way from Melbs so it was nice to express the glee of being in Ile de France. However, once the boys were out, the driver was ON.

Where are you from, what do you do, are you married, do you have a boyfriend, I must see you, just one day, you are only here for a week, I have never known an Australian woman. AND JACQUES, YOU WILL NOT KNOW THIS ONE.

He wasn't bad, but neither was he great & I thought if this is my luck in less than an hour, I'm keeping a look out for a better offer, there are MANY days in this vacation to come. oui oui.

Moving on to the apartment - key pick up was a breeze, my unpredictable navigating skills not so bad (only went the wrong direction ONCE) & the place has presented on arrival as promised.

I'm unpacked, hungry, tired and just DYING to check out my local 'hood!

Not sure what Laurel is doing later on but my intention is to get some of the Tour de France action - its ended here TODAY! bon chance!!

will get camera out pronto & start putting some pictures to this blog!!!

thanks for reading everyone!

au revoir!