Michelle left on Friday night to go walking in the Pyrénées for 3 days. She took the overnight train from Gare d’Austerlitz on Friday night, they walked for 12 hours yesterday, slept in a dormitory (albeit it looks ok), she has to squeeze her feet back in her boots today for another 12 hours, and then again tomorrow when she’ll go to the highest altitude she’s ever been before, which she is really excited about. Then Monday night after all this walking she takes a bus back to Paris, sleeps sitting up and then goes directly to work Tuesday morning.

I spent the day in Lille yesterday, travelled first class on the TGV, visited a photo festival in some beautiful buildings, had a pretty ordinary lunch in a restaurant that is publicising Ch’ti meals everywhere, and then was invited for a roast leg of NZ lamb, champagne and a bottle of Cotes du Rhone at my aussie friends flat here in Paris. Was home tucked in bed by 1am.

I think I win.