We were woken this morning at 4am by a jazzy rendition of 'I love Paris in the Spring time' played full blast by one of our neighbours. Although sleep disturbed our response was surprisingly tolerant - after all, it was just someone a little pissed, and enjoying Paris.
Piss, on the other hand has been something I'm not that keen to tolerate. It seems to be the summer perfume here. I'm not sure if it's because we are walking everywhere or if there are just more Parisian bergies making use of pavements as toilet facilities than usual!
We've had a chance to explore the Marais - and everything we could need is fantastically close, had a sundowner champagne picnic on the bank of the Seine, done a bit of the Decorative Arts section of the Louvre, explored Rue de Rivoli, the Tulleries and the Jardin de Luxemborg and wandered St. Germain.
And I'm still pinching myself that we are here.