As we left Nevers the rain began to fall and fall and fall. We neared Paris and decided to follow the GPS around the peripherique and we managed to catch a glimpse of the Eiffel tower just before we crossed the Seine, we all cheered as now we could say we had been to Paris. George dared me to drive up the Champs Elysee and for one brief minute I thought it would be fun, driving Fugly and it’s trailer full of bikes into the center of Paris but the peripherique with it’s ever changing lanes was challenge enough so I decided against it. We eventually found ourselves on the A1 and the home run to Calais. It was still raining and none of us felt like putting the tent up in the rain. We arrived at Calais and, as we boarded the 8.30pm ferry the sun came out and very appropriately set on what had been a great holiday and a big adventure.