Today was Alistair’s birthday, so we picked up the most amazing cake from a Patisserie near our hotel and met him at a really pretty park.

There was a little tower in the center of the park, which had an amazing view over the city. It was all covered in graffiti – Paris is actually quite a dirty city for somewhere so fancy.

There was a street market behind the park and we managed to pick up an old record player that runs on valves as Alistair’s second birthday present. I got myself a Russian doll keychain and some pretty red beads.