2 January 2024 According to Lady P, the spending for the holiday only starts on 1 Jan, so if we ignore NYE Champagne, food and accommodation, we’re pretty much on budget for daily Euro 100. It rained for the first time of our visit last night and is still raining lightly this morning. May have to duck into Monoprix for a cheap umbrella before heading off to explore the west of Paris. We saw the temperatures in Helsinki this morning and as we will be there in a fortnight, the minus 12c and minus 19c being experienced gave us pause to reconsider additional layers that may be needed before we arrive rather than when we arrive there. Will have a look about at stores today. Talking about clothing and the weather, our puffer jackets are brilliant but not waterproof. So, after heading to the café for coffee this morning, it became obvious, that in our quest for light baggage, we, that is Flashy, needs to find a solution that meets waterproof and warmth. You see, the Paris...
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