Hotel

Phew, dashing to the airport after work to fly to Paris to attend a work meeting the next day, arriving at 22.30 and waiting at the airport for the arranged pick-up that never materialised. Contacts not answering their mobiles so having to spend Euro 160 on a taxi to get to where I had to be (it was a great opportunity to practise my little French language skills!), arriving way after midnight and suddenly remembering at 0.50 am French time that I hadn't got a photo for today, so got one just in time by taking a shot of the rather gloomy hotel corridor.... was the meeting the next day worth all that hassle and money? Definitely not...but c'est la vie...-)