Paname is choc a block with starry eyed tourists of every colour, creed, shape and size.

We've got parents pulling their recalcitrant screaming spawn away from store windows, there's old wrinkly people unsteadily deambulating the wrong way down rush hour tube station corridors and even lovers having a bit of a tiff when the chick sees how much the tight wad boyfriend didn't pay for her kado.

Each and every one of them, has however, the same thing in common: they trundle around not looking where they're going, then they get lost, stand in the middle of the pavement and have a bickering session because 'you should've brought that street map like i told you to'

Generally they do their damndest to get under your feet

As for me, well, i'm left with two more hurdles to get over : New Year and my bd