Cergy, France
'OMG,' announced Catherine as she finished swallowing another gulp of French bubbly. 'Why didn't we just agree to stay here for four weeks?!'
We were sitting outside in what I like to call 'Business Class' - up-front on board Liberty in lovely warm sunshine. Not a breath of wind. Only swans and ducks to disturb the placid waters of Cergy marina. Bloody inconsiderate wildfowl.
'Because,' I said, having recovered from choking on my sip of Clairette de Die and thi...