Ahh, Paris! Grubby, smelly, and full of dog turds on the streets. At least there was Les Invilades. Rae was very taken with the suites of armour, and the new de Gaul display. The city itself is very expensive, and in the public areas you very quickly learn to answer 'non' when asked if you speak English. There are what seems like hundreds of femals of indeterminate eastern european origin who approach anyone who looks English wanting you to read their sad tale on the grubby bit of paper. The French seem very security consious at the moment, police and armed troops at most sites. Sirens at all hours, as Alphonse rushes down to the patiserie to get their dinner. One of the first things that struck me was the difference between the security announcements. Britain; Any unattended baggage may be removed and possibly destroyed! France; Any unattended baggage will be destroyed! Germany; Unattended baggage? What unattended baggage? The Gypsies stole it!