As most people know I work in Paris and commute back and forth for the wekeends at home. Home is where I prefer to be for my fishing, but all too often 'work' gets in the way.

Take this week for instance, I was due to fish with Dave Slater on the Hampshire Avon today, but thanks to a couple of mindless Yankee VP's who decided to visit Paris, our fishing trip had to be postponed - dammitt!

Thankfully I managed to avoid their company for dinner last night, and, as is my habit, I usually go into the centre of town for dinner on Thursday evenings.

Now, being a smoker I have been happy to sit outside to eat all through the Summer, which hasn't been too bad this year. However, last night even I was forced inside due to a chilling breeze that seemd to spring up from nowhere.

From the warmth and relative safety of the inside of the restaurant I was able to sit and watch the lovely young ladies of Paris as they sashayed down the Champs Elysees, with that pronounced butt swing that they all seem to adopt, almost from their teenage years.
Now, these ladies know how to dress and how to walk, and this Autumn's in colour seems to be black, which is a bit of a shame really as they all look like they are going to some mass funeral somewhere around George IV.

So, what of ,my fishing?

Well, I will take one of my last trips onto the Itchen for Brown Trout on Saturday, but Sunday will be occupied with getting everything ready for next Friday's trip with Mr. Slater.

Roll on next week.