No Jeannie this weekend. (Well, for me.)
So the grand plan to send a Paris contingent to London on the occasion of Jeannie’s visit this side of the pond has failed. Michel-le-Corse-photogénique and I had been plotting on the backbenches, but circumstances conspired against us. The Eurostar offer of 100€ for a round trip for two—now that’s cheap—is only valid starting on the 11th. And to get tickets for the upcoming weekend we’d have had to shell out three times that; and only get non-reimbursable tickets for a train that leaves in the middle of Sunday afternoon.
We tried. Even contemplated passing the night under a London bridge. And, just to illustrate to what lengths the Paris denizens are ready to go, I even suffered my first real asthma attack in years on the quest for train tickets today.
So, no real Jeannie-snogs, the virtual kind will have to do. Oh, well, it’s not as if she didn’t have fun without us.