Breakfast in Paris

A Parisian café at an ungodly hour before the final leg of the return journey. Breakfast on the last day of a marathon tour. Closing the circle. Though it wasn't without its problems. Our train was late due to line work and we missed the local connection at Brive la Gaillarde. So we spent the last hour of our round the world trip rattling through the French countryside in an old bus. Still... we're home. And already it seems as if it was all a dream.

However, momentous things await...