Gay Paris

I hadn't expected this; to meet my sister in Paris. Yet here she was. We met at the Sacre Coeur, a hill top that afforded views across the whole of Paris. A beautiful city. We visited Le Louvre and I saw the Mona Lisa for the first time in the flesh, so to speak. Her wry smile looked back at the throng of amateur Paparazzia snapping back at her. My visit to Paris was short as I want to head east on my journey.

The night train has brought me to my third country, Germany, to Berlin.