I was planning to go around Paris. To stay in the land of campsites and avoid the long drag that normally marks the gateway to major cities. I even had a list of small towns to head for: Cherny, Lardy, Foges Les Bains... It was all kindly plotted out by my brother and patiently texted to me.
Then I devised another plan. A bold one. I would camp on the southern side, close to the city, gather all my strength and then, with a mighty effort, propel myself through the centre and out the other side, all in one day. After all, it would be shame to come so close and then miss out on the wonderful sites of this great city.
So here I am at 12 noon right in the centre, sitting on a stone bench looking up at the Notre Dame Cathedral. There is still the Louvre, Eiffel Tower and one or two other places to see, as well as a slow wander through the characteristic streets for an hour or two. Afterwards it's either a long slog north or perhaps I may swing by the Gard du Nord and convince myself that a short train ride may help me on my way. But first the Tuileries Garden and lunch.
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