Post #139 - Gay Paris Avec Ma Famille

Yep, I'm writing this from my hotel in Paris. The ladz are here with me too and it's my son's first ever trip overseas (or underseas because we travelled here by Eurostar). We have just eaten a sumptuous repast purchased from the local supermarche. 

Here's the shower room; there's no tray, merely a tiled floor and a drain. I haven't tried out the douche yet and do hope that the shower curtain doesn't attach itself to my wet skin.

The view from the window of an uninspiring courtyard.

The telephone is bizarre; who on earth are those people? Are they all dead now?