Name that Prime Minister

I woke up on Monday moderately refreshed after an uninterrupted night of sleep on my 36 hour work trip, but regretting my decision to binge Netflix until the early hours of the morning. I spent the day working poolside in Provence where a steady stream of coffee kept me going and soaked up a little vitamin D before my return trip to Paris. On the train I could barely keep my eyes open and am ashamed to share that I think I was the designated passenger to wake with a start as we pulled into Paris, who may or may not have lightly snored along the way.