


We made it to Paris with the girls and our redezvous with Fat Freddies at the Rock en Seine Festival. With our flags waving and impromptu versions of the NZ national anthem from the kiwis in the crowd (ah that felt good), the Wellington boys did us proud and were the hit of the show. www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCJg63SziL4
Not such a hit was to arrive back at our hotel to find our car had been broken into and various unimportant items taken. Where is Inspector Clouseau when you need him. It's not so much the loss that is a pain, it's the inconvenience of spending the next day dealing with the French police (brilliant), local windscreen guys (awesome), hotel staff to help with enquiries (absolute rubbish) and good old Southern Cross Insurance 24 hour staff who emailed me back confirming my insurance claim as 'Dear Mr Henley'!
Oh well all is now well...and we are moving into an apartment in Montmartre today and out of our shoe box rooms at the Premier Class (yeah right!) hotel.
