"Cue the stream of friendly Africans selling thousands of miniature Eiffel Towers and more SLR clad Japanese tourists than you can shake a stick at."
All things considered, the entire weekend I spent in Paris was a birthday celebration type thing. But the second day we arrived was my official anniversary for popping up on our planet, so, on that day, plans of action were beginning to feel a little weighted. To combat this, a decision was made- no we're not going to attempt to tick every whimsical location off my to-do-list- but instead pace ourselves and stagger the birthday plans throughout the weekend, to this I certainly wasn't complaining.
So decidedly, on the day in question we settled on going for a walk, but when I say walk you'd be forgiven for thinking that I am far more easily entertained and contented than previous experience suggests- and this is not (always) the case. This particular walk was, in it's entirety, probably the grandest and most exciting one I've been on for sometime (sorry Galway Bay).