Paris is a place in which we can forget ourselves, reinvent, expunge the dead weight of our past.

The Western world, and the UK in particular, is drowning in a sea of its own blubber.

Paris is a place in which we can forget ourselves, reinvent, expunge the dead weight of our past.

The sight of one old man kneeling on all fours in front of me assembling a picnic table was enough to put all thoughts of lunch out of my head, possibly for life.