Three perfect days in Paris: sun, light winds, blisteringly blue skies.

There's barely a corner, nook, cranny, or hidden pocket of this terrific city that I did n't wander into. My feet are steaming, and my shoes fit for the dump, the soles worn paper thin and more like two upturned colanders than the sturdy two boots they started life out as.

They had to throw me back on the return Eurostar this afternoon.