Listen, all I’m saying is Paris is a magical place for me; 18-or-so years ago I even met my wife in a hotel lobby there. And that’s the amazing thing about travel: it really can change your life. Yes, it’s stressful, expensive and often ruined by the screaming tantrums of children, but it’s one of the only IRL ways to get out of ourselves. We experience our self differently in a foreign land; away from home, we glimpse who else we could be. For now, my hopes of a Nureyev-style Parisian life remain a fantasy.