These feet were SORE.

Seriously, by the time our stint in Paris was over, I could barely move. My feet ached terribly, my knees were suffering, my skin was chafed where my bag hung on my hip, my shoulder was a constant sharp knot. Focusing on enjoying the trip was pretty much the only thing that got me out of bed each day. The knowledge that the day after this photo was taken was going to be an all-day train trip to Glasgow was a balm to my broken body.