Almost all Francophiles will be able to instantly recognise this photos. Paris. The bistro sign with the curly writing, the red potted flowers… I can close my eyes and hear the clack of heels, striding down the streets, effortless in their negotiation of the uneven footpaths.
This photo was taken during one of the first few weeks of my exchange in Paris. As a friend and I stood fumbling with a map, our quick english giving us away, a woman approached to help us. She pointed us to Ile St Louis, a tiny island just behind Notre Dame.
“Go there to see Paris”, she told us.
And we smiled. Because the French are kind and helpful, you just have to be willing to see beyond what you are told.