Friday the 1st of August – Paris is done and I never did get my croissant.

Josh, Emm and I:

- checked out of the hostel without any breakfast or coffee,with the intention of getting a croissant and coffee at a café at the train station,
-took bloody well ages waiting in a cue for train seats at the station,
- so then had to rush to check-in for my Eurostar back to London
- and said goodbye, sadly,
- and I never did get my croissant in Paris.

Who goes to Paris and doesn´t have a croissant?

I will be on my death bed as the reaper stands over me and cry Oh, remorse! For I have not truly lived!

But I digress.

I took the train back to London, on which I ate a rather disgusting melted cheese sandwich, dropped my backpack off in my room, had a shower and went to pick up my pal Stacey from her hostel by Russell Square.

This has been my blogging of Paris.