Woah! Days have flown by so we're going to have to skip Berlin for now. We're in Paris, in a little apartment in Republique - and I've never felt so fat and frumpy in my life! Each week there's a local market in the square, where I shopped for sweet fragrant strawberries, some vegetables for our dinner and a slice of magnificent terrine. Then off to the butchers for a roast chicken, the boulangerie for some bread and the patisserie for the most delectable little Paris-Brest cake. I have eaten myself senseless. And guess what? The French have been really lovely. Except for one chap who was so so rude it made us giggle. On our first day we went on a stroll down Rue de Rivoli, past le Louvre and Musee d'Orsay, along the Seine - stopping off at Cafe Voltaire for a cup of tea - through the Tuileries and on to l'Arc de Triomphe. I spent most of the morning saying: I'm in Paris... I'm in Paris... I'm in Paris; and had to hold on tightly to my husband's hand so that I didn't just fall over in the street with my mouth gaping open! Today we slept in, had a croissant for breakfast and strolled through Montmarte (via a bike store!) Montm is not very nice. But right at the top of the hill is Sacre Coeur and that was very nice indeed. Once back in our neighbourhood we stopped for the best omelette in the world and managed to convince the waiter to sell us the milk jug I was admiring (dreadful tourists, I know!) Tomorrow we move to another apartment, on the Left Bank and then we'll go to say hello to the Eiffel Tower!