No, really I did miss the plane to Paris! I had the most vivid dream last night, and all I can remember was that I missed the plane to Paris. The plane itself was fantastic, one of those shiny WWII-era four-engine fancies with a decal of Betty Grable or Veronica Lake flirtatiously posing on the side.  Kinda like this gorgeous girl...

     

I'm not entirely sure why the plane was vintage, I don't even remember if the dream was set in the 40's or present day. Ah well. I'm sure the Paris-theme came from my soppy romantic nature around Valentine's Day. Sap.

I do remember being very mad that I couldn't go, something to do with the entire travelling wardrobe I purchased for the trip, no doubt!

If I was to take a trip to Paris, I'm pretty sure this it what I'd pack...