After an uneventful flight (as you like them to be) we arrived at the mayhem and madness of Paris Charles De Gaulle Airport. There must be people wondering around that place whose flight landed years ago - the signage is that bad. We combined all our strengths to fathom where to get the train into Paris from, but once we got there things turned from bad to worse. The place was full of people queuing for tickets at machines and booths, we had to queue to find out which queue we needed to be in! We were all trying to stay positive, but it was beginning to look like we’d never get out of the airport. Finally we got on a train only to realise we had boarded the slowest train in Europe. Just as we were all going to bite each other’s heads off, we got to Montemarte home of the Moulin Rouge. We all stood and had our photograph taken in front of the famous red windmill with our Hen t-shirts on – the weekend had finally commenced!