24 hours in Paris

I dropped Mr F at Surgeres station to get the 8am fast train to Paris. At the same time, my eldest and youngest son plus eldest son's girlfriend were on their way flying into Paris. They all met up and after a bit of sightseeing went to the Italy-Spain match at the Stade de France (which Italy won 2-0)
They are saying overnight and eldest son +gf have a 5.15am taxi back to the airport, as they intend to fly back to London in time to start the working day. Let's hope the French air traffic controllers don't go on strike again tomorrow!
Oh, and I stayed home and did the ironing!