Ta muchly.
All went swimmingly, although on the last night of the honeymoon we've just had a panic about our connection to the airport tomorrow, and the fact that we wouldn't be able to check in on time. But all resolved, we're off on a TGV instead of the hotel provided coach. Weeeeeee!
On a more football-related note, our waiter at breakfast this morning spotted my City shirt and got rather excited (well, who wouldn't)...
<Gael the Waiter peers at the crest on my shirt>
"Ah... Oll! A French player plays for ze Oll, of course. You know Chimbonda?"
"Er... he played for Wigan, he's at Blackburn now though".
"Ah, but you 'ave ze same colours, no?"
"Er, no."
With apologies to our French MacRumourmongers.