Last autumn we published a column by the design and architecture writer Caz Facey who warned that Paris was rapidly becoming more fashionable than London. Being a staunch defender of our city, I obviously pooh-poohed this (even though I published her annoyingly well-argued piece), and told her she was being hysterical.
When my daughter Georgia read it, she agreed with Caz, reiterating her complaint that while Paris was a proper 24-hour party city (her boyfriend lives there, so she spends a lot more time there than I do), London was becoming suburban, going to be in bed soon after midnight. Having always found Paris quite bourgeois and stubbornly old-fashioned, I didn’t pay either of them any mind.
