Free of our enormous boxes, we had an overnight in Paris before flying to Saigon. Aran has a long-held fascination with the Eiffel Tower so to see it in the flesh was a big deal for him…
We arrived in the dark, hooked up with John Minogue, an old friend of ours who is some kind of secret agent in Paris, and whizzed up the 300m in the lift before making our way back to our fabulous lodgings.
Next morning we tried to march the boys up to the sacre couer to get a view, abandoned ship half way up the hill due to time constraints and ubered back to the airport for our 12-hour flight to Ho Chi Minh.
