Walking around in Montmartre makes you think that if the movie of your life was filmed on this set, it would be one of those artsy ones that have plenty of sprightly banter with winsome characters, exquisitely lit shots of cheese wheels, and charming subtitles.
When he found out I was heading to Paris, my Gallic friend Sèbastien took pains to disabuse me of any romantic notions.
The metro smells of piss and people are rude.
But I've always dreamed of going to Paris, I protested.
