At CDG airport in Paris...

The oddest part was seeing birds in the airport. I did not get a lot of sleep and ended up getting a sore right side. There was this guy there, did not know how he could sleep so much. I was lost going there, but found it in the end. That is how it is sometimes. I got the wallet! I kicked French ass! That had to be the best part. I got back to the airport fine and was glad to get the hell out of France! I missed talking to people in English. I arrived at London and got some post cards. Then on the way back to Bath on the coach I passed by Harrods! I wanted to go, but that is the closest I got to going. Maybe next time. I was in a Harrolds at the airport. Does that count?