Paris Under a Cloud

My husband works for a French company, and is frequently obliged to work in Paris for a few days. Every once in a while, he extends his stay to a weekend and I hop on the Eurostar after work on Friday to join him.

Those of you who have followed this blog for a while will also recall that last time I did this, I somehow managed to set off without my passport.

Thus, when I set off on my most recent excursion to Paris, the weekend of 16 April, I made sure the passport was the first thing to...