Paris intimidated me. More than anything else, it was expensive. My hostel (conveniently located in the middle of nowhere) was costing the earth and I was paralysed with fear at the thought of paying so much for strawberries. In the end I did discover 1€ baguettes and the pleasure that came from eating them on the slope in front of Sacre Coeur. I like that in a town full of tourists nobody really speaks English. And there were moments: sneaking into an Art Nouveau apartment block, following stunningly dressed elderly women down the Champs-Élysées, taking patriotic photos of my new friends under the Canadian embassy’s giant flag. Lovely, overwhelming Paris.