"How's Paris?", said my husband, the French-Canadian veterinary research histopathologist. "Well, you know, it's Paris", I said. I lived here when I was a tiny child (and even now speak French like, apparently, "an English person who learnt French that sounds like a Parisian trying to do a Quebec accent to fit in"), and I have been back many, many times, but even so, it is Paris, and it is always magical, however many times I come back and look at it with my seasoned old eyes.
Despite its magic I am, however, always able to lower the tone. Here, then, are some photosnaps:
Pip "fromage!" Pip
NWM