My feet are where they usually are, at the end of my legs. That saying must be a naval thing, just as many things in Britain are related to the military.

I’m exploring. When I found the local tram stop I had no idea where I was going. The best I could do was use Google maps to send me on a nice 5k walk to the Pompidou Center. Tomorrow, I might even go inside and have a look. That wasn’t the most important thing on my mind. My new cargo shorts were an accident away from falling down. What I needed was une le centriture!

After walking myself all the way to Bastille, I gave up and bought a daily zone 1-3 ticket for 12 Euros. The chance to relax again and know I can find my way back easily slows the whole day down. And the Metro 1 brought me to the Louvre.

On the way, I saw Our Lady of Paris. I wish I’d been here before the fire. The poor girl has seen better days.

I stopped at a church and as I habit of doing, I lit a candle. Given the S,M and L options I’m guessing it was a catholic church.

Now I know where the Lourve is, I know my way around. And walking for the sake of walking is a pain. So, I found a pace to sit down and have a beer. The drink was my new best friend for an hour – maybe more – and it’s gone now!

Yeah, I know. But I’m paying for a seat in a nice park of town and effectively renting a seat.The two American women that have just sat down are very, very nice. I suppose I should move on. I’m intimidated, in a great way! I’ve said too much. What I did do is buy a bottle of Parisienne Blonde for 7 Euros, and watched the ITT stage of the tour.

Back at 2000 and made the mistake of switching the news on for a couple of hours. It’s kicking off in the Gulf. This may be a good time to see if I can get a beer near the hotel. Google maps isn’t very confident.

One thing I didn’t realise was that it was the final of the African Cup of Nations and Algeria were playing. I managed to watch the last 20 minutes in a bar, and then the celebrations kicked off. People were waving flags, hanging out of cars, and pulling wheelies on mopeds. It was crazy, and the pictures on TV were fantastic. If Scotland or Wales ever won the Euros or the World Cup, I’d like to think the same would happen. One thing it has done is screwed the air quality.

My plan for Monday is to take a 5 hour journey to Tolouse and head for the Pyrenes. Once I’ve worked out where to camp, I’ll head off to the station and book a seat on a fast train.