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Dave en repose sur calais, having shared the crossing with about a million pilgrims on their way to Lourdes. The Bailey's helped speed the trip.
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She told us she her name was Beth (or something), but we, or more specifically Wayne, new she was really Susan Vega
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Dave stands outside 'le lair de l'homme de le Elelephant' (les Saisons Quatre?). We bought some foo yung and noodles from him.
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We 'mange ses Chinois, sur l'Hotel Grotte', so bad, Wayne had to visit it twice (the hotel, not the food). L'Hotel Grotte's cat's name is Albert.
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100F in the shade and Dave's still got a coat on. He has, however, unfastened his top button. Looks like L'Arc du Wellington behind him.
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Feeling home sick, but no solace from the cheep pay per view telescope. Looking the wrong way for Watford anyway. Still, Dave got quite an Eiffel.
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Paris in the spring eh? At the bottom of the tower we met a french student who had been staying in Rickmansworth whilst studying in England.
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And at the top, in the toilet, we met a couple of chaps from Hemel Hempstead. This picture is used only to represent ther view of that encounter
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Wayne points out the locale of Versaille
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We guessed that the wire mesh was there to 'chip' or 'dice' suicides as they made their way to the ground floor
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Not sure about the symbology here
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Wayne shows a little north west London Derrier. To be fair, Paris had nearly bored his pants of by now and this was a complete accident
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Things to do in Paris before you die of something nasty and lingering. We declined, the only unsavoury meat we got was from MacDonalds & Burger King.
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The Sacre Coure, or the Chocolate Cake, or something like that. It made a spectacular Church, but lacked a great deal as a confection.
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Wayne sits and poses, whilst man at C&A stands and poses for the Spring '88 catalogue.
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