I let myself sleep in after a weird, broken night. Got up, packed up and went out to find breakfast. Then visited the Church of the Holy Spirit, and said prayers there. Unusual dedication, a 12C church with later bits, including fine vaulting above the sanctuary.

But my favourite thing was this  charming, carved wood Flight into Egypt of c.1450 – the donkey has really long ears.

The train left on time and got to Paris on time. Finding my hotel was simple, and I checked in. I decided against a rest in the hope of better sleep tonight. So I booked to go and see a film, and had some supper out. The bit of Paris that this all happened in looked a bit like something in the upgraded Kings Cross.

Back to the hotel – brushed my teeth before bed and the sink sprang a huge leak. Changed room. Bed.