The one where I 'nearly' met Beckham

So on my final day in Paris, Becks posted that he would be signing merchandise in the H&M store on le Boulevard de Haussmann. Lets go!! So I rock up to the shop an hour early, nobody there at all. I double check the street, yep, must be here. So off for a coffee. A few thoughts running through my head, wow, nobody showed for Beckham, that's awkward. Well, at least I'll get to say hi. I could get the BHF T shirt signed. He will probably sponsor me. I mean, he'd set a couple of hours aside for this, maybe he will come for a coffee. I'm good fun, he will want to stay in touch. I wonder how old Cruz is, he could have a play date with Alex...

The bromance was blossoming.

So with 15 mins to spare, I wandered back to the store. Still nobody, no gates, no signs.

"Hmm, I wonder if there are 2 H&Ms on this street. I walk another hundred yards, turn the corner et Voila! Police have closed the street, gates to guard the entrance, huge security guards and at least 3000 people. Oh.

I managed to wrestle my way towards the front, mostly by picking up and throwing tiny Korean and Japanease tourists. A silver can pulls up and out steps Sir David. The man is a legend for even putting up with the most horrific noise I've ever heard. The sound of 3000 squealing men and women.

Handsome fella that Becks.
Shame we couldn't go for that coffee though!

Now, home time. Hitting the road, high on espresso and vicodin. "Do not operate heavy machinery" good job my bike is light!

Au Revoir Paris next stop Amiens
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