The end of our trip loomed in sight. We had one day in Paris (or should have done, if EasyJet hadn’t overbooked the flight . . . but that’s another story). Our sleeper train from Munich pulled into Gare Est 90 minutes late, decreasing our time still further.
As a Londoner, it causes me great pain when people pay us a short visit and stick only to the well-trodden path. I sigh in frustration at their unimaginative choices. I despair at their penchant for lacklustre tourist traps. Don’t they want to peel away London’s layers and discover its hidden gems? Have they done even the most basic amount of research? Aren’t they aware of just how many amazing things there are to do in this historical, artistic, cultural epicentre of ALL THAT IS FASCINATING IN THE WORLD???
With that in mind, here is how I spent my four hours in Paris: