Thursday and having attended the fashion tradeshow (Italian men wearing short, tight trousers, Panama hats and no socks), we went out for dinner with two of the Italian team.
It was an extravaganza of fungi.
One of the pitfalls of travelling is the buffet breakfast. Despite my fairly basic accommodation in Florence, they had a rather good buffet.
The day started with coffee and croissants sitting outside in the Parisian sunshine. Working, of course. So far I have done nothing but work as I have been tour guide, navigator, linguist and banker.
I spoke too soon having just returned from a two hour hike through Paris.
I left home at 5:15am this morning and had to wait fifteen minutes for a tube. In London that’s bordering on tube rage and I was starting to be concerned.