Somewhere in a drawer I've got some really old Francs from before 1960 when they made 1 old Franc = 10 new Francs (or so I'm told, as it's way before my time).
Anyway, Euros, young User10571.
Ha!
All the rummage has revealed is a fist full of dollars. (Did you see what I did there?)
The last 300 or so Euros I had, I handed over to Pippa, (along with my wallet full of credit / debit cards, etc - there's an unprecedented level of trust for you - she could've taken it and gone shopping at Christian Louboutin, for all I knew.....) following our decision to abandon my inaugural ski trip to Grenoble, thanks to industrial action by SNCF / TGV, while I went to answer a Very Urgent If Not Imminent call of nature at Gare du Norde.
I emerged to a series of calls and messages and texts saying 'You have to run, you have Got To Run, I have just used your money to buy us two tix on Eurostar back to London (first class, natch) which leaves in T-30 seconds. RUN! NOW!
I did - well... I kinda sauntered.... I've never responded well to being told what to do....
St.Pancras at 06:30am
Paris before midday.
Back in St. Pancras by around 15:00 that same day.
I think champagne may've been involved....
Heady days....
I'll get some Euros.....