Flirty. I even got a good-bye kiss from a taxi driver! Not something that happens in a London black cab.
I went out to Queen night-club on the Champs Elysee, and was covered with mousse, i.e. a six foot wall of bubble-bath
which enveloped the dance floor. Luckily I'd brought some shorts along, but my shoes did not like the soap as much
as I did.
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