The streets and alleys of Paris are full of intreague, interest. Buildings heaving with architectural details, grand eloquence and quirky humour. Cafes saying come in, eat, drink, talk a while, wide tree-lined boulevards and lofty arches drawing your eye further on, as if to say – keep going, there’s more around the corner. An old woman, bent double, wrapped in coats and layers of clothes begging along the Seine, booksellers huddled under their metal box stalls, a parade of street cleaners, a cavalcade of police vans. Elegant doorways, sandy floored squares, statuary, stairways leading you guiding you on.