Upon leaving Bath, Juliet and I were being harrassed by two of the customs officers when checking in to leave, didnt help we were sh*t stirring with them (all in good fun), for that Juliets bag had to be scanned three times each time pulling things from out of her bag (much to the delight of the airport workers). No worries tho, the young one was very easy on the eye. Arrived in Paris on the trusty Easy Jet nursing yet another hangover and feeling foul from the extreme heat. Any way feeling a little confused as to how we were going to get into the city we decided to take the metro (which took something like half an hour to figure out which train and terminal) and see how it worked out from there. Needless
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