The last from the continent, it's our trusted reporter Jean L'Slute
Today we arrived in Paris. We're playing in a venue who's name translates to Little Bath. I don't think I've ever been in a bath so big! Baths aren't really my thing though, usually I just get a spray with the garden hose once a month. The venue was also floating in the Seine, which gave a nice calming rocking motion. I almost got through the whole day without any trouble off Pete but I found out at the end of the day he'd replaced all my toothpaste with Brie and filled my shampoo with dirty river water. Hopefully the margarita bar across the road will distract him for long enough for me to slip off to bed. Wish me luck.
So long, farewell,