(They're currently featuring Les Baux de Provence, whose name passed to Bauxite, though they seem to have neglected the siege machinery on the top.)
The TGV ride from Paris was as easy as we would expect. First stop was Strasbourg. That within 15 minutes out of the Paris station, I could glance out of the window and see nothing but empty countryside is a reflection on (a) how quick the train is, and (b) how empty France is compared to England.
Paris itself was quite something. I can now understand how otherwise sane people can fall in love with the city - it is utterly glorious in so many ways, especially in the spring sunshine.
And oh yes, this is the first place where the bl**dy Internet works. Possibly because it's run by Swisscom, even though we are in France.