24th July '09: PARIS
Paris seemed daunting. We were a bit overwhelmed and not quite sure what was expected of us. On our way to find a drink in The Latin Quarter, we found a band busking on the corner of a street. Feet were tapping, hips were beginning to wiggle. We stopped to watch with the ever growing crowd. All the band were wearing hats. "We found Hat Club...and its a Friday" Lucy and I whispered to each other. Our grins grew.
The band were called 'The Lost Wandering Blues and Jazz band' - they are amazing! We felt suddenly at home, like we belonged. I knew then that we were going to be just fine. And so the trip began...