After a couple of hours sleep, I rose to get myself to London City Airport in time for my flight back to Paris, where I landed at Orly Airport. It has only really occurred to me now that my London trip involved four different airports! I got back home mid-morning and resisted the urge to sleep through the day. Instead, I got onto finalising my packing as much as practical. By late afternoon I was done and found myself in a tired daze feeling a little down about the idea of going home, and depressed about sitting in a flat all by myself on my last night in Paris. A spark of energy got me up and outside. I used the metro ticket that Etienne left me for a last little adventure: a trip to the Eiffel Tower. How could I leave Paris without standing before this incredibly beautiful structure? It was dark when I got there, so it was lit up beautifully. I spent some time getting some footage that will probably form the beginning and end of a movie I want to make about the bike trip. I couldn’t resist buying an overpriced souvenir – a small snow globe with the Eiffel Tower inside – to mark the moment as the end of my journey.
|Distance ridden today||0km|
|Total distance ridden||29,600km|