Paris in spite of myself

But Paris bided its time in the background. Paris waited for me to come to my senses. What did I know about the real Paris? After all I'd been a homesick 12-year-old the only time I'd seen her.



Old fashioned manners

A friendly demeanour, warm smile, arms outstretched and the “how can I help you sir” welcome that we’ve become so familiar with seems to have accompanied us, seamlessly, from country to country, yet amazingly, seems to have missed large pockets of the French nation.