I am in Paris. There’s little point telling you about chocolate you can’t buy, on Christmas Eve. So I’m going to tell you, this week and next, about Paris and maybe you can use this fallow period to plan a trip.
Paris is the city I’ve visited the most outside London. I used to come twice a year for work, back in the days when I was a fashion editor and I had a sort of secret boyfriend here (sssh), which made those visits all the more frisson-y.
