We love Paris

No, not just because the Marathon was hilarious, 26.2 miles observed by a) women in full make up, smoking and b) cornet-blowing hunting types in long red coats. Not because it was so beautiful. Not even because Mr Millard was overtaken by someone on STILTS. But because my bag, pinched from under the dining table during my birthday dinner in Montmartre has been returned. How likely is that to happen? Of course I’ll have to go back there to collect it. Any excuse…..