We woke up the next morning tired, but with Paris in our sights we set off once again. The first 20km were on back roads, but once we arrived in Etamps it was going to be dual-carriageway all the way to Paris. Of course it wasn't as simple as that. We set off without any breakfast, and as we rolled into Etamps I got a puncture. Of course we had to stop and change the tube, but not more than 10km later Matthew got a puncture. We pulled in at the edge of the busy road, fixed his puncture and set off again. We were determined to make it to the city before dinner time because Matthew's granddad had kindly offered to pay for a hotel for us. After making it to the hotel, we found the nearest restaurant, ate-up then hit the hay. The next morning we lay in as long as possible. We were wrecked. Leaving our bikes and luggage in the hotel we went exploring the big city. Matthew saw himself as a bit of a Parisian so he was our tour guide for the day. Le Louvre, Le Tour d'Eifel, the standard but the highlight of the day was of course finishing the day by racing down the Champs de l'Essey, screaming nonsense like, HARD LINES and VITE VITE VITE!! Then stopping and taking a photo under the Arc De Triumph - only to be asked to leave by the Police national.