It's been a lovely day. Sunshine, blue skies and shoe shopping.
I shopped the Marais. I shopped the BHV. I looked in at the Pompidou centre. I ate a hangover reducing lunch. I sat in the park at the Place des Vosges and soaked up some sun.
Walking home, there was a fool on rollerblades heading towards me.
Zigzagging in and out, generally causing mayhem, he was oblivious to the fact that everyone on the street was watching his moves. And boy did he have some moves.
After showing off to the crowd for a while longer, he started to hurtle towards me, doing that backwards skating thing that they do. As he came within a couple of feet of me, he stoppped suddenly.
He turned as he stopped and leant in to kiss me.
"Ca va mieux ce matin?" he said. It was the Italian postman. The guy who I'd had a thing with a while back. The guy who, not 12 hours ago, had been lying next to me in bed trying to find the strength to get up, get out and go home.
"Not bad", said I, fully aware that everyone was watching. My hangover had lifted, but I was still hiding behind my big sunglasses.
"See you tonight" he said. He kissed me again and skated off through a quickly parting crowd towards Bastille.
"Erm, maybe..." I said, to no-one in particular.
How do I get out of that?
Do I want to get out of that?