The first time I saw Paris it was covered in snow. Along the banks of the Seine, on branches of leafless trees in the Luxembourg Gardens, in the crevices of the scrolling ironwork on the windows and balconies, winter had dressed Paris in the pearly white grace of a débutante at her ball.
France! What an amazing country. What makes you think about Paris? La Tour Eiffel? For me, when I think about France, it is not the ‘French kiss’ that first comes to mind. So what it is? It’s a very good question; you’re ‘gonna’ laugh. France makes me think about old men. Yes, you heard!