
We’re on the Eurostar going home now. We managed not to miss our final train, which makes it 14 out of 14, plus assorted trams, tubes and busses. There were a couple of very near misses: Cara forgot her passport for the Vienna/ Berlin leg (although we never needed it) and I misjudged a breakfast which led to us runjogwalking past interminable carriages carrying cars, balancing four drinks, three bags, two instruments and a suitcase between us. Last night’s gig with Sparky in the Clouds felt like a fitting finale. Upstairs, Au Chat Noir was a typical Parisian bar...






