2 minute sprint down the hill in direction of Notre Dame. Flipping well hurt after that race, I can tell you.
Dashed across the road, taking my life in my own hands, jumped into a cab. Cab journey took about 10 mins. Geezer initially tried to tell me it would take 20! >=-0 Would definitely have missed the train in that case.
I found it a weird race. I'm sure the guy I saw by the side of the road was dead (had the defib's on him), a surreal and unpleasant experience. Due to the congestion I ended up treating it as a training run.
I remember getting a bit bored about a mile from Versailles, about the time we were running down the road and there were traffic calming measures, just before the downhill I think. Starting singing to myself ("When the Saints are marching in"!)
Also on one of the downhills, my number came off and and I turned back to get it, very hairy with hundreds of runners coming downhill towards me!
We were staying round teh Pigalle area, and found it difficult to find a place that served a decent pint. Eventually found the Bombardier on Sunday, wished we'd found it on Saturday!