We saw the Moulin rouge, it was pretty good, but I expected much more from “World class dancers”. We got a free bottle of Champagne with it and we were sitting so close to the stage I thought I was going to get a kick in the head and a few feathers from their costumes went up my nose (it all adds to the value of the performance though)
The next day we had a picnic in the park in front of the Eiffel tower to celebrate (or commiserate) the end of our trip. We saw it light up again and then headed back to the hotel.
The last day of our trip, we had some really awful coffee (the only way the French know how to make it), and a couple of croissants, we then sat in the airport for far too long waiting for our flight back to England.
We got into Bristol just after 7pm, got through immigrations pretty quickly, even though the girl said Jason didn’t look anything like his passport photo, she didn’t give it a second d thought!