Nous retournons*

Well, we're here - and there's a Flickr photoset to prove it. It's great to be back in one of our favourite cities, even if it's hot as hell and the hotel I picked is in a neighbourhood that could be better. (Antoine just popped out of the hotel to make some phone calls and witnessed a woman going mad in front of a café, smashing a glass bottle on the ground and then physically assaulting a random person.)

We've already been to about five supermarkets, since one of my favourite things to do whenever I'm abroad is explore the grocery stores. (I'm a really cheap date.) My other favourite thing to do is check out the pharmacies. (What did I tell you?) At the one closest to our hotel, I picked up some Anthelios XL sunblock, which Amy Alkon has been telling me for ages is the best out there (the Observer Woman magazine on Sunday said the same). I've recently turned into a skin cancer obsessive - with good reason - so was very pleased with such an immediate, worthy purchase.

I really want to do a Fat Tire Bike Tour or two - the Paris at nighttime one sounds lovely (though 4.5 hours seems excessive, even if there is free wine on a Seine cruise at the end), and the one that takes in Monet's gardens at Giverny would pretty much blow my Flickr account. I don't see it on the website, but the brochure I got in our hotel reception lists a Segway tour of Paris, which sounds like a lot of fun...and a great way to make an ass of myself. Will I be able to resist the urge?

*Any poor French grammar you read here is all mine. One of the best things about being in French or German-speaking countries is being able to sit back and let Antoine talk for me. Even control freaks need a break occasionally.