If you go to Paris take with you a sorry for himself man with a crocked back and who is using a stick.....
Traffic will stop and let him take his time crossing busy roads.....folk will hold open doors and wave him to the front of a queue in shops....
Waiting staff will see that he's settled comfortably and his stick is propped near to hand....
Sod the little Irish woman lugging the shopping, wine, cameras....she gets run over, doors let go in her face and presented with the bill in case the poor old chap is in too much pain to reach for his wallet.... ;-)
Indeed they should, Shoota....til we turn...... ;-)
Still liking Paris as much as I did when we visited often many years ago...
I'm far from a city person but for a few days this is an interesting and fun city....x
I am ... although squeezing a (ahem) “solidly built” 6ft 3in bloke and his temporary carer into the world’s smallest lift is proving an interesting challenge ...
This lift is incredibly small.......not only did it bend my baguette when I went in sideways but Dave leaned forwards slightly as we squeezed in and pressed all six floors simultaneously with his bum... :-)