"Oh," was the only word I spoke when I stepped onto the chill, damp pavements of Paris. It was as if I had arrived the world of landmark beauty and if you haven't been to Paris, then be prepared to feel the same. I was at last proud of where I was, as all the other solemn cities I had been to, Berlin, Bern, and of course my home country, London, were like death world. But maybe I was being tricked. Was I?