Last weekend was the Paris marathon, which Greg ran, but Pete didn't. We had a great time, with a bit of sightseeing thrown in.

Our apartment was very close to the Pompidou centre, which is a superb building, with a very inviting plaza in front of it

- just the place to sit and people-watch.

Here are some of the crowds at the start, just down the Champs Elysées from the Arc de Triomphe.

Greg takes on calories before the start

It was a bit of a tense time, waiting for the start...

Shorts and legs in the top left hand of this picture = Greg passing Bastille the second time (really!)

Pete and Alice at Bastille, before we jumped back onto a metro train to meet Greg at the finish.

On Monday we did a bit of reminiscing, and found the road we stayed on during our honeymoon - 36 years ago to the week. The metro line (which we hadn't realised at the time is above ground) is little changed, but the cars look a bit quaint back then.


Lastly, we found the lion statue that had amused us originally - scrambling to get away from the water spay up its bum - the spray was still on, but was further back in the garden!