French Police and their bloody loud boopers!

Ah my little cherries, it is four in the morning, Paris is sleeping, but I am awake, after eight hours of sleep, helped by a small blue pill. It is wonderful to wake up to great news like Sarah and Tom's new flat..looking forward to drinks in the courtyard, and Mick who is now entertaining STARS...what great things our kids are up tooo. Meanwhile as many french people are buried today in a day of morning, after a chill wind wipped thru the metro, We had a wonderful french experience of dining last night. We found a small cafe, small being the operative word..2 stags could fit 3 of these in to it and have room to swing a cat. Anyway we had a motzorella and tomatoe salad, and then being the romantic old couple we are, a three cheese fondue. did i mention that we also had a couple of kiri royals, being champagne and blackcurrant? It was a simple meal but wonderful, with the owner of the cafe wandering into the road to hassle people to come and eat. The place was full always a good sign. Neil and I lurched back to the hotel, I manage to only damage one Parisan on the way, when I lumbered into an open door, which rocketed back on a mans leg, we walked a little faster, as Neil says as the screams of pain from the gentleman getting quieter as we walked. Shouldnt have doors on the pavement like that. What would health and safety have to say. We did have a snog on the streets of paris, everyone was doing it, didnt like to be the only ones not ah. Well my cherries we are going to try and sleep a little longer, there is no coffee making facilities in our room...so will have to wait till petit dejeuner...keep up the dialogue....lots of love from mabel and cecil.