Although I was with my parents and we didn't hit up any night clubs, I got surprisingly little sleep in Paris.
This might be why:
(sorry my videography skills leave a lot to be desired.)
Despite getting to bed at a reasonable hour (around 11 o'clock), the people in the apartment next to ours were having a party. So were all the people in the bars on the street.
I finally got to sleep around 5am, only to be awoken at 8 by a horrible drumming sound.
It was the Paris Marathon.
But maybe I saw B's hubby in the mix?