And we were there in an apartment the size of a wardrobe which was part of an attic - chambre de bonne (maid's room) and the fan broke within three minutes.
I texted the air B and B owner woman who said, and I quote: 'I'm off on holiday, good luck.' When I complained - rigorously - she said there had been a problem of stock and she hadn't been able to buy one. I implored her to ring a friend to lend us one - nope. Not happening. You could try the housekeeper, she suggested. Housekeeper arrived said, 'mon dieu, 'it's like a furnace in here, but sorry I don't have a spare fan.'
Suffice to say, we didn't sleep despite draping ourselves in wet towels.
Anyway . . . gay Paris. It was all wonderful despite the various incredibly sweaty tram and metro journeys to and from galleries and museums - we spent about four hours looking at Buddha statues in the Guimet museum; partly as they were fascinating but also as the museum's air-conditioning was particularly effective.
We also saw, and heard a brilliant exhibition on the history of electro music at the City de la Musique. Walking to the building from the metro I experienced the same fear that I had done while visiting Death Valley - not that there was endless sand and cactus but the heat was as, or almost, as intense. That sort of primal fear that if one doesn't find shelter within minutes one would most certainly peg out.
Global warming monsieur Trump? Nah . . . course not.
The next day was due to be slightly less hot but we were already moving off to London where it was forecasted as light drizzle and about 22 degrees.
The rooftop view from our chamber of Hell - actually, would have been perfect at any other time in the year.
A street on the Isle de St Louis - at 5.00 am. The only time to really enjoy walking about . . .
An hour or so later, one of the cafes starting up for the day
Notre Dame's reconstruction underway
One of many serene buddhas
An interesting bit of pavement-claiming
A wonderful fountain which I put my feet in and almost put the rest of me in except several police were nearby water-spraying their horses.
A lovely archway
My favourite door and name of the trip
stupidest shop name of the trip
Part of the electro music expo
THE shopping cathedral
and one of its bargains (4.500 euros . . . for a bag you could just about fit a phone and a lipstick in)
My favourite restaurant - where they still do the 'addition' on the paper table cloths
a man waiting for the metro
Au revoir, Paris