I love London, I really do. You know I do. But right now, I would really rather be on the Eurostar to Paris. Waterloo Station is half an hour away. And Paris is just a few hours from there. Em is on the TGV from the French Alps to Paris right this second, and how much would I like to meet up with her there? So, so much. I am so close. But so far (and so short of the funds needed to purchase that train ticket). One day I'll go to Paris. But today is not that day. And I can't help but be sad about it. Le sigh.
Okay, complaining done. I have three days left in the UK. Am off to make the most of them! Thanks for letting me moan a little bit. You're lovely that way...
PS: Come back later for the last guest post. Coincidentally, it's all about Paris!