Merry Olde Englande & vive la France

Greetings from the Eurostar terminal at Waterloo station, kind readers. Just popped over from Paris for the day, which I spent very enjoyably, but now I must say I'm looking forward to sitting on my arse for the next three hours, having spent the past 7 & 1/2 on my feet. I'll tell you what, people: you hoof it in Paris and London -- perhaps this is why these cities seem so much like NY to me.
Anyway, more soonest, once I find an Internet cafe in Paris, if there is such a thing -- I cannot type on this phone kiosk-y thing. Je vous embrasse.