We finally arrived in Paris yesterday after a crappy flight from Abu Dhabi (note to self: avoid flying economy in future). All i can say about the second leg of the flight was thank god we've both lost 30kg each as if we had another ounce on us we would have been in our neighbors lap I was amazed at the passport control (fast) and even more amazed at customs (they didn't notice us walk past). I am glad we booked a driver to meet us as traffic into the city was, as all city traffic everywhere, impossible. The other small glitch was our apartment was not ready, so we spent 1.5 hours hanging out at a coffee shop next door to the apartment.
We had to rush off to meet our "Paris Greeter" - a gentleman who very kindly showed us around the area we are staying. We walked and walked and walked some more.
A few weeks ago I was listening to a radio interview - can't remember the name of the rock star that was being interviewed, but apparently, like so many rock stars, he went through a period of substance abuse etc, etc. While he was playing at a less than prestigious club, he was approached by a fan backstage who asked him what had happened. The fan said "you've lost your dance mate".
I understood that phrase perfectly, and am happy to report that my dance has been found. I'm not up to my old standard yet, but it is not far away.